In the wilds of central Florida there lived a plump little female squirrel. She was plump due to the 3 little squirrels in her belly. So she set out to make her nest behind some hurricane shutters. This is where I come in. You see a squirrel has a in bread propensity for gnawing. The home owners liked the babies until they shredded the screen. So with the use of two squirrel cages and a trash grabber I was able to remove all the youngins. Now these little squirrels were a bit to small to be released and given my wife's adulation of all things baby animal, she was enamored with the little monsters. From there a Goldy Locks like tale took place. The first was to mean, the second far to skittish, but the third, who is now known as Yoshi, was just right. Yoshi lived in a cat carrier for about a week, subsisting on a steady diet of peanuts and cap fulls of water. However, yesterday I decided he was big enough to let go, much to Kaje's trepidation. So he was released last night. Here is where the story turns. I arrive home step up to my comp and notice a small squirrel standing on its back leg munching peanuts just outside of the back door. Not knowing for sure who it was I stepped outside, he ran, but I still held some hope. So I call her down stairs and she heads out in a pair of my shoes to take a look. Rounding the corner she see's the little bugger sitting on the electrical box. With a peanut in hand she walks right over and he hops into her hand. He is currently sleeping in a small cage on the back porch inside a towel. He is not locked in, he just likes sleeping there. I have rarely seen this level of childlike glee on my wife's face.