Slightly paraphrased, from Marisha Pessl's "Special Topics in Calamity Physics."
"Her perfume hung in the air like a battered pinata."
I just love that.
In other news, this can't be good.
The article states that "Britain's grey squirrel population is being overrun by mutant black squirrels say researchers from Cambridge. The mutants are more aggressive and highly territorial, but so far have not exhibited any special powers - such as the ability to walk through trees or teleport acorns. But the possibility that they are raising a clone army to wage war on the greys has not yet been completely ruled out."
And here I was, worrying about the economy.