I had a squirrel taking peanuts out of my hand in Philadelphia. I’m told that I am lucky the squirrel didn’t rob me. I felt like a fucking Disney princess that day.
Back in Philly in the late 90’s, around Olde City, I would often spend my lunch-breaks feeding the squirrels. Across multiple encounters I would call out to them to ‘come and get your nuts!’ (like the classic NA song)
Not much later, the whole thing pretty quickly turned in to public, hilarious squirrel-congregations when I was in their territory, speaking in even a normal voice, from that point on. They would just descend en masse, and heaven help me if I’d not brought a bag of nuts along.
I had a squirrel taking peanuts out of my hand in Philadelphia. I’m told that I am lucky the squirrel didn’t rob me. I felt like a fucking Disney princess that day.
Back in Philly in the late 90’s, around Olde City, I would often spend my lunch-breaks feeding the squirrels. Across multiple encounters I would call out to them to ‘come and get your nuts!’ (like the classic NA song)
Not much later, the whole thing pretty quickly turned in to public, hilarious squirrel-congregations when I was in their territory, speaking in even a normal voice, from that point on. They would just descend en masse, and heaven help me if I’d not brought a bag of nuts along.
Eh, I really like this gal on YT, what with her little feasts:
https://www.youtube.com/@Squirrels_at_the_window/videos?view=0&sort=p&shelf_id=1
I’m living vicariously through that moment. Might be my new “happy place”
Ayyyy, Philly resident here!
I never managed to “pet” a squirrel tho :(