Look who came to the sliding glass door of my daughter’s house, beseeching my grandkids for nuts. From inside, they were nose to nose with him. When my own children were little, a squirrel came to our patio door and he became a pet. I bought a giant bag of peanuts and fed him everyday. We went away for a week and the squirrel (we named him Nuts) was so angry that we hadn’t fed him, that he tore up our screens. An expensive way to learn that Beatrix Potter was sentimentalizing these rodents. But still, isn’t this one fetching?