I'm a horrid baby squirrel killer. I. suck.
By Day 3 he made himself right at home. He put on a great show for a crowd of people I had at the barn; playing amongst their feet, scampering around in everyone's way, mocking me by standing on his little Hav-A-Hart trap.
I finally had my victory when I caught the little bugger on Saturday night! As I laughed triumphantly at him in his cage, this little guy came to see what all the ruckus was about.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MOM!
Aren't I just the best daughter ever?
And they're living the good life, being pampered squirrels.
Unless we get a hankerin' for squirrel melts...