He also seemed pretty attached to us. I don't have a picture of him when he ran up my husband's pants leg. I had to put down the camera and help chase him off.
It was very tempting to pick him up and baby-talk and pet him, but I didn't. I just kind of hung out with him until he got his bearings. Know what's cuter than a baby squirrel?
A baby squirrel that decides to take a nap.
Right before the squirrel arrived, I had worked myself into kind of a mood. It was one of those first nice weekend - more outdoor projects than anyone can finish in a month mood. I was really feeling frustrated and pressed for time, and the next thing I knew, I was watching a baby squirrel sleeping. It was remarkably calming.
After his nap, he was ready to try climbing again, and this time he seemed to have the knack of it.
He posed for a couple of close-ups.
OK, that's close enough.
He kept climbing higher and higher. Before he knew it, he was going up and down and every which way.
And then he was out of reach, which was just how it should be.