We were camping in a provincial park once and it was obvious that the squirrels were well fed by campers as they had zero fear. This one squirrel decided to do literally everything with us at our campsite that week. Sitting by the fire? Cool, gonna sit on your foot. Eating lunch? Don't mind if I do. Doing a crossword puzzle? I'll sit on the corner of the paper and chatter at you.

It was all fun and games until we went into the tent for some sexxors, left the flap partially unzipped because of the warm weather, and said squirrel decided to hop in the tent to see what we were doing and then RAN over my bare back in an attempt to escape. He got mad and sat on the roof of the car and did his squirrel noises at me for a while until I fed him again.