Well, there’s another thing that would’ve made my mother plotz: squirrels in the living room. And in the car, too. I once smuggled a half-grown possum into my room. She was not amused when she saw it. Thought it was an especially large rat. She was a good sport about catching bugs for my lizards and preparing salads for my iguana–but little furry things that move fast, uh-uh.
BTW, not to go all Michael Bloomberg on you, but I don’t hold with giving squirrels soda intended for humans.
And it’s not wise to give them money.