Falling from the Sky - Part 2

To catch you up from part 1: the heavens are throwing things at me. I don't know why, they just are. And it's still happening.

I'm out walking the cat (don't ask, she's like a dog without the sunny disposition). The night is humid, but not an ounce of wind. It is practically windless. You can watch the still leaves and study the veins on them if you want. Not a sound can be heard except the crickets.

I'm waiting under a giant oak for my cat to catch up when wham! an acorn comes flying down and hits the car right next to me. OK, no big deal. It's almost fall. Acorn's fall in the (almost) fall. As the cat is not paying attention (go figure), I am still waiting under that oak tree when another acorn falls right next to me. Now I'm getting a little suspicious. It's as if something is up in that tree throwing things down at me. I mean both of those acorns fall within 2 feet of me. And no other trees seem to be dropping acorns. I don't see any other acorns on the ground. I look up, but it's dark. And I'm not that interested in meeting the boogeyman just yet, or, for that matter, the vengeful squirrel that has it out for me. So I just keep walking, the cat can fend for herself.