In a panic, you stuff your face full of all the airplane pretzels and peanuts they gave you and slurp the last drop of the Coke. There were exactly 12 peanuts and 7 pretzels. You wonder if you should have rationed them out over the course of a week or so, one pretzel and two peanuts per day. But it is too late, and you're still hungry.
You see a squirrel on a tree branch and wonder how much meat is on it...
"Mmmm... Squirrel" you mutter uncontrolably as your mouth starts to foam at the thought of it.
Startled, the squirrel scurries off into the distance, but not to be beaten you give chase. After a few hundred yards you lose sight of him in the fading light. As your eyes start to adjust to the light you see the squirrel staring back at you. And another just beyond him.
"You're in luck" you think to yourself. But you sense that they are not alone.
Then you notice another. All of a sudden you realise that they're eveywhere. Hundreds of squirrels! You're surrounded. You've walked straight into their trap.
The hunter has become the hunted...