Some days I would have lunch in my little garden. This always seemed to attract my squirrel friends, who would beg for morsels and if that didn’t work, they would try subterfuge. They would crawl on their bellies, flattening themselves out like in an old Roadrunner cartoon. As if somehow by doing this I wouldn’t see them!
But my friend whom I met fresh from her nest would just straightforwardly get up in my lap. Sometimes she would take a little snooze, too. Imagine the degree of trust that took. I was at least 100 times her size!
When I did yoga, she often would gaze at me from outside the bedroom window. Squirrels are such athletes, I think she must have been interested in what she saw, almost from a technical point of view. And if I did a headstand, she would turn upside down, too. At that moment, a sort of smile would pass between us. Our own private joke.