Squirrel Buddy

I have this thing about squirrels.  It started when I was a kid when a neighborhood squirrel decided it could trust humans and would come on our shoulders, etc. to get peanuts.  We named him Buddy (not sure if Buddy was a girl or boy squirrel- didn't know what to look for when I was an innocent child).  Buddy LOVED peanuts.  Since he was so "tame" my sister Mary and I decided that Buddy would make a good pet.  One day when our parents were gone (of course), Mary and I laid our trap.  We put out peanuts in a little path leading into our house.  Buddy, the trusting soul, ate the peanuts one by one until he was in our house.  Then we shut the door.  Realizing at once that his means of escape was gone, Buddy panicked and started to run around all over the house.  Not only did he run all over the house, but he POOPED AND PEED all over the house.  We chased him trying to catch him, which contributed to his running all over the house pooping and peeing.  Who knew such a little squirrel could contain so much excrement?  Eventually we opened the door and chased him until he ran outside.  Then we looked around and saw the disaster that was the house.  We frantically started trying to clean it up.  Mom came home while we were doing that.  Needless to say, (but I'm saying it anyway), we were in BIG trouble.  Buddy was never seen again.  I guess he decided trusting humans wasn't such a good idea after all. Years later when Mom was in the hospital, Mary and I were sitting in the room talking quietly while Mom was sleeping.  One of the things we talked about was Buddy.  We started giggling, and found out Mom wasn't sleeping after all when she said, "I almost killed you two."