I may have finally lost my mind because I let my two boys talk me into bringing home a squirrel today. My niece moved into her new home this weekend and it came with a baby squirrel in the basement. We saw no sign of a family and it followed us around like a dog! We are going to release it in my mother-in-laws backyard tomorrow after the storms pass. My boys think it is their new pet, but I keep reminding them it is a wild animal! I kept refusing to take the squirrel home and all of my boys (husband included) gave me the most pathetic look, so I caved. It reminded me of Willy Wonka: "Daddy I want a squirrel, get me a squirrel!" Oh well, hopefully, the squirrel will do well at my mother-in-laws. The darn thing kept getting into my nieces garage and her husband was not about to let a squirrel grow up in his house. I don't blame him but I just couldn't let him kill the poor thing. We will turn him over to nature and hope for the best.
Sitting with Danny, he actually follows him around and climbs up his leg to get to his arms. He even came out from under the car in the garage to Danny. Really weird, the poor thing must be so scared to want to be with people.