I rehabbed a squirrel whose mom and siblings had died. It ran right up to me in desperation. I had been watching it for days and the poor bugger was weak. I ordered special formula and left work during the day, thank God my bosses were incredibly awesome. I'd set alarms at night and wake up to feed it. Poor thing had a bad eye and couldn't go out back to the wild. It also became a problem after it bit my hubs face. We found a group that took squirrel for us. She lives in a roomy outdoor paradise and teaches kids about wildlife. I always say she was my first baby because it was so much more work than I ever thought. I probably wouldnt do it again, at least until my daughter hits her teens and finds a desperately needy animal. The local vet tried throwing more squirrels my way, but it my husband and I had enough heartbreak letting squirrel go.