You got that right! One time, I visited my parents in Philly, and crashed out on their front porch glider due to jet lag. I woke up to find a squirrel on my chest, tasting my make-up! That was a "Twilight Zone" experience.Originally Posted by Snuzy
That was so sweet. Not sure where she lived, but city squirrels are pretty tame anyway, so he'd probably do ok released.