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Aww! Cute! I used to have a squirrel. A man my Mom was dating when I was a teenager pressure washed his front porch one morning before we visited. He about drowned a baby squirrel, it scrambled out, he caught it and put it in a Pet Taxi. Mom and I got there, and he said to open the carrier. All I could do was scream as something flew out at me, circled my shoulders and went straight down my shirt and into my bra to sleep. That's where Oliver would go whenever I took him out of his cage. Oliver loved bananas, and pumpkin seeds. Had him for 2 years before I moved in with my Dad, he didn't like the thought of a squirrel in his house, so I called a friend who rehabilitated squirrels. Because Oliver had been domesticated she said she couldn't rehab him and release him. But after 3 days, he bit her and she took him up to Monte Sano Mountain to release him. Called me after saying all she could think of was he realized she wasn't Mommy, and I was. I was upset, Daddy saw it, saw how much I did love Oliver, said he was sorry, if he realized how much Oliver meant to me and if he'd have known the lady would do that, he would have agreed to let me keep Oliver. Still upsets me.
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