Amanda and I usually run on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It's usually the same trail, the same time, the same distance. But Thursday the 22nd wasn't at all usual. While we're stretching at our usual spot I spot something unusual; a baby squirrel walking towards us. We stop and watch the adorable critter come closer and closer until a bike whizzes by and comes to a stop. The guy on the bike notices the little fellow and so now it's the three of us. Standing, watching, and it comes closer.
The little critter climbs up on to the bicyclist's shoe, curls into a ball of cuteness, and falls asleep. Never before in my life have a seen a wild creature walk up to a human, curl up, and pass out. We knew for the little guy to go against his instinct something was wrong.
And to make things more unbelievable my boyfriend's aunt just happens to be the "squirrel lady" of Sarasota. Knowing just who to call, the friendly bicyclist lets me use his phone to find out more. She said that the little guy's mama squirrel had likely been killed and this baby was a loner in desperate need of help. Operation Squirrel Rescue went into full swing. After bicycle guy's wife gave a no-go to adopting wildlife Amanda and I were off to Publix for supplies. We named him "Piggy" after a noise he made. Sadly, Piggy didn't make it through the weekend. Maybe we were just too late but at least we know rather then starving in the park being eaten by bugs he passed warm with food in his belly. Rest in peace Pigster! xoxox