There’s a squirrel named Squirrel who lives in my front yard maple. I sometimes go out there and leave a walnut or a berry for her on the tree’s lowest hanging branch. Squirrel waits until I’ve gone back inside before coming down for her snack. Then she looks at me through the window with what I swear is gratitude on her little squirrely face.
This is probably as close as I will ever come to having a pet.
But anyway, I was happy to learn that I’m not the only person who has developed a friendship with a rodent. This kind of thing was going on all the way back in 1952…as this photograph will attest:
The handwriting on the back of the picture shows that these people took things a step further than I have. Their squirrel had house privileges. I think that’s going a bit far.
(An internet search has revealed that there are at least three 124 Catalpas in the United States. The closest one is just a few miles south of me in Covington, Kentucky.)