The Organ of Meaning

I thought so!

Last year our car was pelted by evil little oaken bullets that left some significant dents in it. This year we warned some newcomers to the building about parking underneath the trees while the acorns fell. A few weeks ago, though, I noticed that there really weren’t many acorns… actually, I thought, I don’t remember seeing any! Hmm, maybe Dittmar (our landlord-company) just did a really good job of cleaning them up.

I even mentioned it to Carrie just today as we pulled into the lot… and forgot about it but then came across something on a site that I read on a regular basis for random crap which linked to an article about an Arlington (where I live) botanist that noticed the same thing and follwed it as far as even Kansas! WTH?!

“Once I started paying attention, I couldn’t find any acorns anywhere. Not from white oaks, red oaks or black oaks, and this was supposed to be their big year,” said Greg Zell, a naturalist at Long Branch Nature Center in Arlington. “We’re talking zero. Not a single acorn. It’s really bizarre.”

First the bees, then this… I’m freaked out! I’m just waiting for the moon to turn to blood now.

I don’t want all the squirrels to die!