Photo, squirrel name, and office window credits go to my coworker Jessica. Post title inspired by this Facebook group and NKOTB.
Meet Dale Bigsby. He is the squirrel that likes to hang out by Jessica’s office. Summer days at work are super busy, but not so busy that I can’t go across the hall on occasion to say hello to Dale. Or Tank to his friends. I still call him Dale. Sometimes Mr. Bigsby. We are merely work acquaintances, but I hope that by the end of the summer, we will be on nickname basis.
When I walked in this afternoon, he was in his usual repose position:
Dale Bigsby is all of us in this Texas heat.
But he heard us talking about what a cute little one he was, and then he had to get up and check us out. Then he looked like he was about to chase a bird, but upon hearing our counsel (that he probably wouldn’t catch it because birds can fly and he cannot), he decided that continuing his busy schedule of lying down was a wiser course of action.
I feel like this squirrel understands me.
Stay tuned for updates on what I am certain will be a riveting adventure in our budding interspecies friendship.
M. Suzanne Terry 
Many years ago, we bottle fed a baby squirrel who fell out of his nest. After several weeks and learning to eat solid food, he started acting hyper, bouncing off the walls of what we thought was an ample cage, but it was still a cage. We called a wildlife rehab lady who, of course, told us it was time to let him go deep in the woods. We cheated and took him to a picnic area in a well-wooded camp ground. My son cried a little when we let him go. Talk about bonding! They sure are cute.
We have grown very attached in a very short amount of time. We don’t even know for sure that it’s the same squirrel every time, but we are choosing to think that it is.