The squirrel stories reminded me:
When I was a kid, we had three things: a trampoline, cats, and a lot of big trees that tended to just shower everything with leaves all the time.
I was jumping on the trampoline, and for some reason, my younger brother thought it was funny to pick up a handful of leaves and launch it at me. At least, that's what he claimed to get out of the trouble he was in with my mother for what he actually threw at me:
A leaf-encrusted and mangled squirrel tail. Just the tail - presumably the cats had made breakfast out of the rest of the squirrel.