Granted, but they're all extraordinarily tiny and aimed for various parts of your body, and will hit at random intervals which will give you the feeling that you've just been electrically shocked whenever they hit you, and as such you'll never be able to rest easy that you're not about to spaz out. Hell, it might turn you insane, trying to track how many have hit you so far, and how many are left, trying to figure out some sort of formula of when they hit and when you might be free.
DANGNABBIT! ABSOLUTELY NINJA'D! Teach me to do the crossed out writing thing. I don't want that paragraph wasted.
Granted, but the love comes only from squirrels, and in such vast amounts that wherever you are you will be constantly bombarded by insane attempts by squirrels trying to reach you and literally claw through to your heart. You will need some sort of kevlar or something to that effect.
I wish for MOAR WISHES!!