This morning, Bill found something strange on our front porch. He called me to look at it, and we figured it was a baby squirrel. It seemed that it has been abandoned or lost. We had no idea what to do with it, so Bill moved it into the shade. It was still bothering us. We couldn't get the little guy out of our minds. Bill looked up "How to care for a baby squirrel" on the Internet (isn't the net great?) and it gave us some ideas. We were getting ready to go to the store for infant formula when Bill happened upon a wildlife recovery website. He called a local person who advised us not to feed the animal, but to place it in a shoebox in a cool area. Bill just got another call and he is rushing the baby to the experts so he can be properly rehabilitated. Bill is such a good person - he just wants the baby to be OK. He feels good now, and I feel good that I married him.
PS - In other animal news, my Dawgs beat OSU last night 35-14. Go DAWGS!!
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