As I am trying to write this, the baby squirrel is hanging out on the coffee table. The notebook is sitting in my lap. I am on the couch.
I tried writing on the coffee table, but she kept trying to run up my arm. As soon as I could pry her off and set her down, she'd be back.
Nothing was getting accomplished. This animal is crazy! She's investigating EVERYTHING on the table. This world is new. It's big and scary. But I think she's going to make it.
She's nameless, still. Nothing amazing has struck me yet. Any ideas?
So far, I've got Shayna, Rozlyn and Lily.
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Hm. How about Chestnut?
ReplyDeleteMy dad had an unnamed squirrel for a while. It used to climb up his bare legs and onto his shoulder. Ouch!