Squeeze Me (Skink #8)

by Carl Hiaasen

Angie had been summoned to Casa Bellicosa to unfasten a screech owl from the presidential pompadour, which the low-swooping raptor had mistaken for a road-kill fox.

It’s challenging to come up with any description of Trumpian hair that hasn’t already been used by late-night comics, but I tried to imagine what that thing on his head would look like from a hungry owl’s point of view.