Aubrey liked to think that she was good at keeping a level head in dire situations (and in some instances, that would actually be the case)… but when a baby squirrel dropped about twenty feet from a palm tree onto her deck, she did admit to panicking a bit. Just a bit.
She was sitting at the dining table, pretending to do homework while actually surfing the internet, when she suddenly heard a thud right outside the sliding glass doors that lead to the backyard. She looked outside to see her family’s dog, Max, cautiously sniffing something and wagging his tail. She closed the computer, squinting her eyes at the scene outside. What is that thing? Is it an animal? But it’s barely moving… Oh my god, is that a squirrel?! Jumping out of the chair, she quickly brought Max inside, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to the squirrel.
So, there she was, standing about two feet away from this little, helpless baby squirrel who didn’t even have its eyes open- it was just curled up there on the deck, barely breathing. Max was overflowing with excitement at this point, scratching at the doors in an attempt to join Aubrey and the squirrel in the backyard.
After panicking and consulting the internet for a couple minutes, Aubrey ran back inside to frantically search for a cardboard box, an old t-shirt, and a large ziplock bag. She filled the bag with hot water and tucked it under the shirt into the box, creating something like a heated cushion as the internet said to do. Returning outside, she gently pushed the squirrel into the box. It still wasn’t moving.
Maybe it would have been less nerve wracking if someone else had been home, but Aubrey was alone in the house. Her mom had taken Aubrey’s sister to her tutoring session of the week.
Aubrey called her mom, keeping a close eye on the squirrel all the while, but she wasn’t picking up. Shoot, they must still be in the class.
At this point, the squirrel had stopped moving altogether. Aubrey struggled to breathe properly. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, it’s gonna die, it’s gonna die, what do I do, what can I do, what should I do? Even Max had stopped whining from inside, and was laying down with his head resting on both his paws.
… And here is the point where you can stop worrying about the fate of the baby squirrel, because what you just now read was all a fictional story. Except for the part where it actually happened to me (the biggest differences would be that 1. my name isn’t Aubrey, 2. my mom actually did pick up the phone, and 3. my dog (who is not named Max) didn’t quieten down at all).
Luck was on my side that day, because later that evening I had a violin class; my teacher has actually raised and nursed many squirrels back to health before, along with her mother, and they were more than happy to take in this little guy to see if they could help him out.
His chances were slim at the time, but now, about two weeks later, he’s doing much better. My teacher and her mom named him David, and on Saturday, my little sister and I visited him at their house (where they’re nursing him back to full health).
I’ve been bothering all of my friends with about a trillion pictures of David The Cute Baby Squirrel, so why not document it on the internet, too, am I right?