So our new roomie – A – majorly into biking hence knows lots of mountain biker friends – brought home this little thing yesterday.
Behold! A baby squirrel:
Because I don’t have the actual pics handy as I type this – and I did take pics of course – we’ll use one from the web.
Apparently – this little critter needs to be fed every 2 hours – even thru the night – crawls around – and hasn’t opened it’s eyes yet. And after feeding you need to take a wet cotton ball and rub its genitals – to make it pee and shit.
A of course thinks her friend is nuts. She asks him “S – what happened to your biking morals. Squirrels are the guys who try to jump under your wheels when you are biking at high speeds and cause you to crash. ” But that’s only A’s way of having fun and making fun of the situation.
What S has done is:
– Put the little guy in a moving box.
– Put a heating pad under 2 pillow cases.
– Put in a meat thermometer that measures the temperature of the box so we can maintain it at a steady 90 F.
– Made a box of dog puppy formula.
– Given us a box of Gatorade.
– One syringe minus the needle is the titties the little guy feeds off of.
– Put in a warm blanket on top to protect him.
And called it a day. He’s off to Nevada to see a biking show while A sticks around out here and takes care of the little guy. This house has one new species taking our time and attention now.
The dog in the house – Molly – freaks out every time we open the box.
So I went online to do a little bit of reading on how to take care of a squirrel. More reading for anyone who cares – Baby Squirrel Rehabilitation. Supremely interesting I say.
From the fact that we just aren’t equipped to take care of this little thing and how we can only try – baby caring is a journey of immense discovery.