This reminds me of Silly, and also reminds me of how great a mother my wife is. One of the guys at my work has decided to be the fill in mom for this baby squirrel. It was found on the ground, and he went to answer a call. My wife is quite jealous right now, but she wants him to have the experience. Life is precious, but it can also be an inconvenience. I remember my wife being up every two hours and setting an alarm to ensure this. She would feed him with a syringe, and she wanted to make sure Jamie knew that this had to be done slowly. Why? Because you don't want the milk to go up his nose. Apparently that can lead to pneumonia, "and he needs to keep him at temperatures towards the upper 90's." I remember she used one of the drawers of my gecko rack for this. I pinched his skin, and it showed signs of dehydration. Jamie will give him some Pedialyte when he gets home, and hopefully all will go well. It seems like a lot of work to me and I would have probably been more inclined to feed it to a reptile so it didn't go to waste. Don't get me wrong, I love animals and think squirrels are cute, but it takes a special kind of person to wake up every two hours. I have holes in the porch screen at the house from these guys and their ability to quickly chew through wires has caused me plenty of down time at work. Here he is though, a helpless little ball, and unable to care for himself. His eyes have not yet opened and he grabs at everything searching for a nipple. If you look too long you'll lose your heart. Life is precious.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.