When I lived in Mississippi, I used to feed the squirrels everyday. I counted 12 of them at one point, crowded around me. Few of them would get all that close, but one of them, I named Weasel because of the narrowness of his head, used to come up to me, and eat out of my hand. Eventually even crawled into my lap. This was after about a month of feeding them everyday. Weasel was awesome. He got as many nuts as he wanted. There was also Stubby, who didn't have a tail. I was my favorite at first, but I soon realised that he was very selfish, and had a hot temper. Always picked on the other squirrels.

-sloth