A few months ago I was working quietly in my studio when I heard some scratching sounds...my ears perked and I listened closely. It sounded like something big...like a possom was jumping, trying to grip the wall unsuccessfully and then sliding down. Over and over again...for hours. It was obviously something that fell into the wall from the attic and was trying to get back out. I was hopeful it would figure it out. But the scratching got less and less I knew the poor thing was tired. So finally after much hemming and hawing. I got my saw and cut a hole in the wall. Luckily I could cut from the inside of the ugly old bathroom and close the door, being able to trap the thing once it climbed through the hole. I left the hole open for a while and after checking a second time...I saw he was out and peering at me from around the corner. I was sure it'd be a gray squirrel, but it wasn't.
A little flying squirrel! So incredibly adorable!
Ignore the stained little carrier...but look at his arm skin...used for flying...so cool!
And his tail is wide a really flat. It's really hard to see these guys in the wild (I think they're nocturnal), so it was awesome to see him up close. He was definitely tired...so I gave him a German cookies, which he gladly ate.
And then after a nice long rest, I brought him outside and let him climb up our old oak tree where he flew away!
I know flying squirrels can do a lot of damage if they get into your house, so I listened closely after that and didn't hear anything coming from the attic. I'm hoping this little guy simply was just looking for a warm place to spend the day and got more than he bargained for. :)
Bye bye Mr. Squirrel!