I don’t have one…I would just like to meet her and tell her she’s made my world a better place cause she’s in it.
and I think that if I was a squirrel I live on morgan hill…run all over trying to find my way home…oh well, they say first impressions are the most important…I tried. life is good.
did I tell you about the time we had a squirrel running rampant around our house and he ran in my dad room and cleaned off the top shelf of his headboard with all his model cars landing on his head late on night and then scampering over all his dressers knocking everything off in a torrential storm of activity driving my father out of his room. so, I decided I had to do something about it so we put a cage with a lever that would close once he took the bait but the squirrel would take the bait but never would touch the lever (we still don’t know how it was done so we continued to live with the squirrel and one night we came home and the christmas tree was sideways and our dog looked forlorn as if to say the squirrel was back…with stuff knocked all over. so later that week we came home from a party and the squirrel took off out of my dads room and scampered up the christmas tree with the collie hot on its fuzzy tail. I watched in amazement as it circled around the tree knocking bulbs and beads galley west wondering what I could do and then it ran for the stairwell and up the stairs to MY ROOM!!! and I knew I was in trouble so I ran right behind the dog and watched it as the tornado was unleashed in my fragile room, but what I noticed was as it ran across my bed it went in the same direction at the same angle so I ran and got the cage we had bought and placed it on an angle on my bed and threw a hat at the wall and the squirrel ran right in the cage and I felt like Mark Trail or that guy from the Mutual of Omaha that I had capttured my first wild creature and I looked at it with its little beady mischevious eyes and said “I got ya”.
and I later took it to a friends house down the road near a woods and let it run. the end.