So, my family found a baby flying squirrel in our driveway this morning, and almost stepped on it. It had a bloody nose and had fallen out of the tree. So they got gloves and put it at the base of the tree all day, but the mother didn’t claim it. So they took it inside, and built a house for it in an old hamster cage, and they’ve been feeding it kitten milk from a dropper.
Her name is Amelia Earhart, and her favorite things to do are climb, explore, eat, and snuggle. I’m not even kidding about the snuggling. She climbed up my brother’s shirt and curled up and passed out in the bend of his elbow for 15 minutes before they put her to bed. Cutest. Thing. Ever. And of course this happens the day AFTER I leave Appleton.
In other news, I want a pet squirrel.