Simon the squirrel and my perfect skin

So this person that I know that I'm not allowed to reveal the identity of was cutting a tree down.  And he/she ended up knocking down a squirrel nest with it.  Three little squirrels were now orphaned and homeless.  And being the sucker for animals that I am I begged Clay to let me have him.  (Their was only one left, the other two were already adopted.)  

Clay told me no.

You're as surprised as I am?
Tell me no?! Hmmph.

Never fear!  My Mom is worse than I am when it comes to furry creatures.

She adopted the little runt. :)

Here he is cuddling with his sock buddy who is filled with rice that's been heated in the microwave to keep him toasty.

Drinking from the bottle like he hasn't eaten in days.  (Wrong he ate like every 4 hours.)

My Mom was such a good sport (my Dad too if we're being honest. :)

We named him Simon and she fed and loved him.

I'm wearing this fancy shirt because he doesn't have much control over bodily functions and he stinks something fierce.  Little Simon carries a potent punch to him.

As he grew bigger and stronger he became more active and like your typical squirrel...jumpy and fidgety.

We even got Clay to hold him, well eventually.  I just had to throw him on his lap and snap the picture.

My Mom did eventually make the tough decision of letting her cats eat him though.

Hahaha just kidding!
No she took him to a squirrel rehabilitater where he will be spending his days until the spring when he will be released into nature to go and jump on trees and store shiny things in caches.

How often is it though that you get to pet, hold and feed a baby squirrel though?  

And I know you're all on the edge of your seats wondering about my moles.

You forgot?!  

After all those awesome photos I shared with you and you don't want to know if I'm dying?

Well it's a good thing I'm not!

Nope the tiny one was benign (I could have told him that) and the larger of the two was dysplastic.

Which they explained to me that  it has the potential to become melanoma.  Sooooo..... they were right it's a good thing I let them put a gash in my leg and cut it out.

It also means that they liked me so much that they want to see me every year now!  Just to chat I'm sure.  Nothing awkward like getting dressed in a paper gown and showing them all your imperfections on your skin, that would be weird.

I'd show you my scar but that requires effort.  It is rather long but shrinking and the other one looks like a bug because of where the stitches were.  But they are dissipating.  

So ya know here's another plug for you to get your moles checked. PLUG.