I had a squirrel when I was young. I found him as a tiny baby that must have fallen out of his nest and he was much too small to climb a tree to get back in. I found him being attacked by and batted around by a little kitty, I rescued him, named him Little Bit, and raised him until he was just about full grown and then set him free. He was completely tame and loved people. Setting him free was so hard, my first lesson of "if you love someone, set them free". I knew he was ready to be free because the guinea pig cage I kept him in was way too small for a squirrel and when I set him free in the nature preserve he was thrilled. My friends loved coming over to my house to play with Little Bit He sure was adorable