All oak trees must be destroyed

I hate being sick. I hate oak trees even more, because they make me sick. Stupid pollen counts in the 900s. Stupid acorns that roll everywhere and make you trip. Stupid squirrels moving into my attic making skitter scratch noises at all hours of the night. Before any of you squirrel lovers out there go jumping on my case, realize this: squirrels are just rats with puffy tails and better P.R. Stupid rodent Madison Avenue. Enough rambling; time for more medicine.