Well, yesterday we took Copper, the flying squrrel, to the vet. He had been spraying and my dad coulden't handle the smell. So we took hm in at 8:30 AM and had him nutered. Now they were so sure that we had made a mistake and just thought he was a flying squirrel and was a sugerglider, but boy, was she surprised when it happen to acuallly be a flying squirrel. She had done everything from dogs to sugargliders to prairie dogs, but never a flying squirrel. At around 4:00 we picked him up. the surgery had gone very well. Even now, he's still sleepy from the anesthesia and is groggy, but he's doing great. He will let us pet him right now, but hides his head.
I've decided to let clark go. I haven't yet, but when the weather gets nice enough I'm gonn let her go. She always tries to escape and all so I figure she really wants out. We'll take pichures before we let her go.