Hey, junkies tired, mom here. All this talk of squirrels has me remembering a pet that I had when I was 18, I first moved out. We had a pet squirrel. He had an elaborate cage inside, and he lived inside around Christmas. We did pick up a live tree and we never put ornaments or lights on it. And he used to have the best time running up running down. Shaking it around. It was hilarious.