My favorite story of squirrel shenanigans: Back home in Ontario, late one night, driving back from a friend's place I saw an SUV dropping sparks and flaming deb

My favorite story of squirrel shenanigans: Back home in Ontario, late one night, driving back from a friend's place I saw an SUV dropping sparks and flaming debris on the otherwise completely empty stretch of highway. I flashed lights, waved, & honked enough for the driver to pull over. I tell him what I saw coming out from under his car and there was a distinct burning smell we could both smell even just being parked next to him. He pops the hood to see if there's a fire and sees a bit of smoke and I would guess about three hundred or more pine cones, chestnuts, and acorns rammed into every available space under his hood. We both had a good laugh, and I wished him luck and went on my way.