So, when I still lived with my folks these two baby squirrels randomly crawled up my dad's legs at our other house when he was working on it so I took them home, fed them, debugged them, and basically gave them a home, right? Well, I accidently drowned David when I was trying to feed him. It was sad. I literally cried for about an hour. But, Derek was stronger, so he survived. He's about eight or nine months old now. Before I left my dad decided that he wanted to keep him over the winter because the squirrels we'd had in the past never survived their first winters, so he's still living with my folks, and since my dad works for the rail road and my mom's scared of him, it's my job to go over when dad's not in to feed him and when mom's not around dad and I will let him out to run around and it's so cute! He'll play with you and nibble on your finger.
Sorry about the quality, it's just so hard to keep up with him!
Since I don't live there anymore, and I didn't see him for months so he doesn't remember me. The only person he trusts enough to let him pick up is my dad.
SaralaAnne 4 years ago
well, i guess he is one of those who will bite, if you pick him with your hands, right?or why don´t you just pick him up and put him in his cag?
Nudelsalatbomber 4 years ago