I’m very fond of my neighborhood squirrels, feed them nuts and corn, and they are grateful, come chat with me on the deck.
So, no squirrel hunting here .
She never actually seemed grateful for my efforts. I had to wear leather gloves and long sleeves to keep from being scratched and bitten. But she did stay outside our back deck for years after we let it go. We felt bad when she finally disappeared. We called her Princess Meani-pants because she was very vocal especially when someone she did not recognize came to visit.
This is not a picture of the squirrel who lived with us. But being groomed was the one thing she didn't mind, although she did not like getting a bath.
One time we let Princess Meany Pants back in the house after we had let her go. She ran all around and then jumped into the artificial Christmas tree and fell to the floor. After that she was ready to go back outside. She left chattering like she was mad at me.