squirrel squirrel shake your little tail...

a few weeks ago Tyson found a squirrel while he was at work. he thought it was dead. so naturally he touched it (with his work gloves on of course). what a boy. it was freezing out that night (because in utah it snowed 4 times in may where we live) and when he touched it, it moved a little so he took it in the car and let it warm up a bit (rabies= scarry i know). it started walking but its eyes didn't open for hours- truely a baby. and this whole time he's talking to me on the phone telling me to google things so that this poor animal doesn't die. so he gives it pedialite with a dropper and the next day i go get it some puppy formula (yes that's what your supposed to do, and it about 6 bucks a can). after about a day tyson was so attached he'd let it stay in his shirt constantly and crawl around, haha. then we found out it was illegal to have them as pets and it's not like we planned on keeping it bought it a cage or anything. apparently they're really crappy pets (i believe it). they're awesome for about 6 months and then they start acting crazy like the squirrels at the park and get out of their cages and burrow holes in your walls and so you set them free, but they don't know how to live in the wild, so they die... sad day. our squirrel, olivia, was only 5 weeks old so she was very nice. a couple days later we took it to a habitat in ogden by that dinosaur park that raises them together and sets them free. they told us that he was most likely kicked out of his family for being half the size he was supposed to be. sad.
so that's our long squirrel story.