I didn't want to send it flinging through the air to have my finger ripped off, so I held on to it. It's fangs were in my finger until it's feet hit the ground. I said, "you have got to let go of my finger!!!" It did, looked at me and then hopped away under the neighbors deck. I figured it was ok if it was able to bite the crap out of me and hop away.
So I get in the car and go to my stylist. I tell her I got bit by a squirrel and should go to the doctor can she squeeze me in later. She's a very busy woman and is about to have a baby any minute and I'm going out of town tomorrow, so time is of the essence! She first calls a friend of hers that does wildlife rescue. The friend says I should go to the doctors. Come back at 5:00. Yippee.
I go to the urgent care and spend 3 hours. The doctor is an older gentleman with a serious demeanor. By the end of the visit I had him laughing like crazy about the squirrel and my dilemma with hair color. He said I was the best patient and most interesting one he had had in a while. In fact, I had the entire staff cracking up.
OK...so now it's late and I'm really hungry. Anybody got any nuts?