I had a roommate who raised an orphaned flying squirrel. The squirrel had a lot of personality. At dusk we'd take him out and set him on a tree, walk 50 feet aw

I had a roommate who raised an orphaned flying squirrel. The squirrel had a lot of personality. At dusk we'd take him out and set him on a tree, walk 50 feet away, and he'd glide down and land on your chest or shoulder, again and again.