I raised a squirrel once. My BF at the time (glad to say he's an X now!) and I were walking in Stanley Park and came across a baby squirrel on the road. Apparently his Mother was hit by a car. I sought out the advice from some Parks keepers and took little Skippy home. He was bottle fed every two hours for a while and after a few months he was ready for release. We took him to the same place where I found him and he took off and started playing with the other squirrels down there. It was quite heartwarming and painful at the same time. That's why I can't foster...