Pet Squirrel!!!

            So I was walking in the front yard, and my brother runs out of the backyard screaming

 "ALEX! ALEX! YOU GOTTA COME CATCH THIS SQUIRREL!" So I ran into the back yard and 

I couldn't see any squirrel, so I asked him, "Where's the squirrel?" "It's back here." And then he starts 

barging through the grape vines in our back yard to get to the squirrel. So I started hurrying through 

the other side of the vines, where there are a bunch of trees with spikes on them. So I was pushing 

through all these spiky trees, and I was getting scratched and sticks were in my hair, but dang it, I 

was going to catch that squirrel. When I finally got through all those prickly branches he showed me

the squirrel. It was on our fence. Right smack in the middle of more spiky branches. So I reached into

those branches and put my hand up to the squirrels face and it put it's paw on my hand.


           I'm going to stop here and say, what the heck? What squirrel just decides to be friendly to a

human? Eh, those city squirrels, apparently.


          Anyway, I picked up the squirrel and it struggled a bit, which is actually pretty great because if

 it didn't, it probably had rabies. I walked past the chicken coop, which is directly behind the house, 

 which is directly behind the front yard, which is- you know what? It doesn't matter. What does 

matter, is that I walked into the garage to ask my dear and loving mother (in case she's reading this) if

 we could keep the squirrel. Long story short, I got to keep the squirrel if I kept it in the garage, didn't

 feed it, and let it leave when it wanted to.


         The only reason I wanted a squirrel is because this one was still so soft and tiny and

 ADORABLE, and after a bit, it started climbing all over me and in my hair. No one got bit or scratched (well, the squirrel didn't scratch. those trees however....), and the squirrel is ok.