Take a look at this idyllic scene from only a couple months ago:
And now I present a photo of that very same hammock, today (sensitive readers should consider looking away):
Where is it, you might be asking? Oh. Well, it's at the very bottom of the photo... on the ground. Chewed to shreds. By squirrels.
What on earth would possess an animal that ends up as a mascot on various children's products because of its "loveable" and "furry" nature, to completely decimate an unsuspecting human's hammock (and a Father's Day gift at that) after ignoring it all summer?
Is it bizarre autumnal nesting behavior, or merely the true colors of a descipable and soulless rodent appearing? I'll let you decide, only not really because it's obviously the latter.