Had it not been for Steve Gingold, I would have missed celebrating January 21 as Squirrel Appreciation Day. I developed a special fondness for these critters during the eight years I enjoyed one as a pet and housemate. Eventually, he died of old age, but only after providing everyone who knew him with stories galore.
This beauty, who lives in a nearby palm tree, isn’t exactly a pet, but she does come running for her shelled pecan whenever she sees me. Of course I carry one or two in my pocket, just in case.
Because the day has stirred some humorous memories, I’ve reposted the tale of my squirrely companion at The Task at Hand, under the title “Recalling Those Dandelion Days.”