Reshared post from +Andy Ihnatko

I discovered a new yardstick for measuring how hot it is in the Public Garden.

You know it's damn hot when even the squirrels are thinking "Hell with it. I'm just going to flop right here. That's my plan for the afternoon."

You know it's super damn hot when a squirrel can't be arsed to scamper back into the safety of the branches when a Human draws close with a camera.

And if the squirrel is so lethargic from the heat that it refuses to twitch so much as a whisker even when the Human shoots a seven-image HDR sequence…it's time to stop taking photos of squirrels and time to set off to make inquiries of the gentleman inside the ice cream truck parked at the corner of Boylston and Arlington.

(Seriously. This guy was the second or third squirrel I spotted just flopped on the ground or a branch. That gray suit is a ten out of ten for style but zero out of ten for summer comfort.)