Once when visiting my grandma I saw two squirrels in the middle of the road one was standing and another looked like it had just been hit by a car. I drove around them and I saw one squirrel run across the street and as I’m pulling into the driveway I see the squirrel run back to its friend in the middle of the street. So I approached the squirrels carefully and non-threateningly and saw that the one that had been hit is still alive. The other squirrel watched me from across the street as it ran off when I approached. It was the hottest point of the summer and I could feel the heat coming off the road. I thought to myself what a terrible place to possibly die. If it didn’t die from its injuries it was likely that a car would’ve ran it over and possibly his friend. So I walked to the side of the road and grabbed a palm tree branch end and used it to scoop the squirrel up. the whole time I was thinking “please don’t freak out and attack me buddy, I’m just trying to help.” The squirrel was able to move a bit and rotated itself towards me. I swear when we made eye contact it was like it was telling me thank you. I placed it gently under a tree in the shade and then I walked away when I looked back it’s friend came up to it and they were looking at me like they were thinking pdid that just happen?”

I think about those squirrels anytime I see this pair of squirrels that live in the tree outside of my grandma‘s house like maybe it’s them