We met when I was building my house in Naples, Fl in 1983. After the foundation had been poured, the first thing I did was build a picnic table in the side yard, so I would have a place to sit and have lunch and take a break from working. Shortly after building the table, I was sitting there on Saturday morning having coffee and doughnuts before starting work. A fox squirrel came down a pine tree and approached the doughnut box but would not come closer than about 6 feet. I moved the box to the far end of the table and got up and moved a few feet in the opposite direction. Foxy as I later would call her, hopped onto the table, browsed through the doughnuts, selected a chocolate cake one, and took it up the tree where she sat happily munching away. She was very young then, perhaps 2 years old and still not completely filled out, but she was still 20 inches or so long and about 2 1/2 pounds, easily three or four times the size of a grey squirrel.
Whenever she saw me sit at the table, she would come and wait to see what we were having that day.

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