I once saw a squirrel get hit by a car. With Mrs RodYork on the back of the bike, I interpreted the digs in the ribs to mean turn around. Wearing bike gloves I was able to pick up the fluffy injured creature and pop it safely into my pannier and we went home, to tend to it.
We used to keep ferrets and so had a cage and what I thought was an understanding of these creatures. We left the injured animal safely in a cage with water etc.
The following day- I arose bright eyed to see the squirrel was bushy tailed and looking normal, save a bit of road rash to his paws. I approached him from behind and what ever possesed me to put my thumb near his mouth- to this day I dont know!...he turned his head completely around ( and inside out) and bit through the nail of my thumb and anchored his varmin teeth into my thumb bone- I was leaping around the garage with a squirrel on the end of my thumb and my dog outside- going berzerk.
The suirrel released me and I immediately released him into the wild- seeing he was back to health!
I only later found out you are supposed to despatch them as they are vermin.
whenever I tell this story it reminds me of national lampoons christmas vacation, where the squirrel jumps out of the tree!
happy days!
