Rocky Times
So, I saw that content posted by the other guy who had a squirrel, and I figured I had to stop lurking on FJ and do a post. My heart goes out to you for the loss of your squirrel, but I thought I might lighten life up with my story.
>Be August of last year.
>At work at Radioshack when I get a call from my girlfriend who is just starting her shift at the petco next to me
>"Bailey! I need your help!"
>"Uhh, femanon, I'm at work- my manager is right here"
>"Bailey! I need you to go out in front of the mall (where we work)! There's a baby squirrel out there, he looks hurt, you need to save him!"
> It's cold in the Portland area, and I didn't know how big this squirrel was
>"Femanon, I don't know what to do, I'm at work.. maybe there's nothing we can do?"
>She insists and we go back and forth for a while, I end up taking a spare shoebox I had on me from the back and grabbing the squirrel, he's a baby no more than a week old.
>She takes the shoebox into her work behind the counter after arguing with her manager about it, and provides him a heated water bottle and some bedding from the hamster cages
>We take him (the squirrel) to her house and she immediately looks up 40 sites on squirrel care. We resolve not to name him, for fear that he might die- he's badly malnutritioned and dehydrated.
>She looks up everything, I'm just along for the ride as I don't expect he's long for the world.
>Feed him every 4 hours, literally. She takes him out and puts him down her shirt (he liked nuzzling and hiding between her boobs because of the warmth).
>This goes on for a couple weeks we take turns caring for him until I go on vacation to family in europe
>While I'm there girlfriend's mom names him "Rocky" because he's such a little fighter (by then he's 6-7 weeks old) and the name sticks.
>I get back and the little bastard is no longer hairless like a rat, he's fuzzy and his tail fur is starting to grow in beautifly.
>Every time we take him out of his little shoebox he's a little adorable bundle of energy and sprints around (despite his eyes still being closed) and likes to pee on me (little bastard).
>One day, his eyes open. This is where **** gets interesting, he's on ******* crack. We're still feeding him every 4 or 5 hours except now he can see and climb. It's like feeding a baby sonic the hedgehog.
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Sorry for the long text post, I'll post pictures of him tomorrow and continue his life story (regardless of thumbs, I was going to post this **** anonymously, but then couldn't lulz)
Anyways, Tl;dr- More than one person on here has raised a squirrel and not all of them are bad end.
Sidenote- most of my content on here is going to be stories about:
The squirrel, my foreign exchange to Brazil, Radioshack (got some good **** there), and my clinically insane landlady who accused me of satanism.
Lemme know if anything jumps out at you.
>Be August of last year.
>At work at Radioshack when I get a call from my girlfriend who is just starting her shift at the petco next to me
>"Bailey! I need your help!"
>"Uhh, femanon, I'm at work- my manager is right here"
>"Bailey! I need you to go out in front of the mall (where we work)! There's a baby squirrel out there, he looks hurt, you need to save him!"
> It's cold in the Portland area, and I didn't know how big this squirrel was
>"Femanon, I don't know what to do, I'm at work.. maybe there's nothing we can do?"
>She insists and we go back and forth for a while, I end up taking a spare shoebox I had on me from the back and grabbing the squirrel, he's a baby no more than a week old.
>She takes the shoebox into her work behind the counter after arguing with her manager about it, and provides him a heated water bottle and some bedding from the hamster cages
>We take him (the squirrel) to her house and she immediately looks up 40 sites on squirrel care. We resolve not to name him, for fear that he might die- he's badly malnutritioned and dehydrated.
>She looks up everything, I'm just along for the ride as I don't expect he's long for the world.
>Feed him every 4 hours, literally. She takes him out and puts him down her shirt (he liked nuzzling and hiding between her boobs because of the warmth).
>This goes on for a couple weeks we take turns caring for him until I go on vacation to family in europe
>While I'm there girlfriend's mom names him "Rocky" because he's such a little fighter (by then he's 6-7 weeks old) and the name sticks.
>I get back and the little bastard is no longer hairless like a rat, he's fuzzy and his tail fur is starting to grow in beautifly.
>Every time we take him out of his little shoebox he's a little adorable bundle of energy and sprints around (despite his eyes still being closed) and likes to pee on me (little bastard).
>One day, his eyes open. This is where **** gets interesting, he's on ******* crack. We're still feeding him every 4 or 5 hours except now he can see and climb. It's like feeding a baby sonic the hedgehog.
...
Sorry for the long text post, I'll post pictures of him tomorrow and continue his life story (regardless of thumbs, I was going to post this **** anonymously, but then couldn't lulz)
Anyways, Tl;dr- More than one person on here has raised a squirrel and not all of them are bad end.
Sidenote- most of my content on here is going to be stories about:
The squirrel, my foreign exchange to Brazil, Radioshack (got some good **** there), and my clinically insane landlady who accused me of satanism.
Lemme know if anything jumps out at you.
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