So, Warren found a baby squirrel a few weeks ago.
My reaction? I said, "If you leave town, I'm not taking care of that thing."
At first, he kept Jimmy (as named by the kids) in a big bucket and fed him with a dropper. Then he transitioned him into a cat carrier.
During the day, he either hung out in the hood of Warren's hoodie or played on the punching bag that now hangs from the dining room ceiling.
Warren's desk is nearby, so when Jimmy started jumping from Warren to his nest and back again, he decided it might be time to let him outside.
So, he set Jimmy free and gave him the option of coming back to the carrier and coming in for the night.
After a few days, he didn't come back one night. The boys were all worried, but the next morning he showed up.
He needed a little more hoodie time.
And that's the story of how Warren became the crazy old squirrel guy.