Squirrels Have No Respect For Personal Boundaries

The following conversation occurred between me and Priskilla via text message on Memorial Day. I was in Boston Commons by the Tadpole Pond (or whatever it's called) and she was orbiting the Earth's moon, I assume.

Me: A squirrel just woke me up by stepping on my head.

Priskilla: Christ, how tall was this squirrel?

Me: It wasn't the jolly green giant of squirrels. I was laying down in the grass, attempting to nap.

Priskilla: I think it's awesome! Why walk on soft downy grass when you can traipse across a human skull?