We went camping last weekend and made friends with this squirrel.
We didn’t feed him, but clearly somebody has been, since he wandered around the periphery of where we were sitting for awhile, kind of checking us out, and then was way friendlier than wild animals really should be. He ran over to JV to hang out on her sleeve (I was asleep in my hammock at that point and woke up to JV shouting “get it off me”) and ran over both Diana and Alan’s feet. When none of us fed him, he spent some time telling us off (we presume: he looked at us and made that chittering noise they make) and then left again.
He was pretty damn cute though.
