Last year, my family and I were in California on a holiday. My father took us for a drive along the Pacific coast called the 17-mile Drive. We got down at several points, enjoying the beauty of the Pacific Ocean. Then we went to a point called Seal Rock where I saw seals basking in the sun. There were many ground squirrels popping out of burrows between the rocks and visitors were feeding them with all kinds of yummy foods. We happened to have some nuts and I too started to feed them. All of a sudden, four squirrels came out of a burrow and one of them bit my finger. Fortunately, my parents shooed away the squirrels and I breathed a sigh of relief. Even now whenever I look at a squirrel, it reminds me of that incident.