This is a picture of me and my brother's squirrel Farrah taken in the summer of 76. We stole her from a nest in a hollow tree when she was the size of a pecan, completely hairless and dependent on us for food and warmth. We fed her every few hours with a tiny little bottle for what seemed like forever... she eventually grew up and became a wonderful comic companion, following us everywhere, even going to school with me a few times. She lived inside with us until she got too big and adventurous, then we built a cage for her in a willow tree in the backyard. She was free to roam wherever she wanted during the day, and at night we would lock the door to protect her from the neighborhood cats. By the time she was a year old she became feisty and edgy, and eventually bit one of our friends on the nose when he was teasing her. We left her cage unlocked after that, and she eventually moved on to her own life. For several years after, we'd sometimes see her chasing my Dad's truck down the dirt road before running helter skelter back into the hedgerow.
BONUS PICTURE!!!
Farrah discovers a squirrel's wet dream in my parent's living room.
