I fashioned her out of synthetic fur, a Mickey Mouse alarm clock, and from parts of mechanized pencils. She infiltrates wild squirrel cliques, bringing me back her findings every night before I go to sleep. The juicy squirrel gossip she dishes out is a welcome respite from my ho-hum days. Did I mention that she lives in my head? That detail must have slipped my mind. Scurry away, Mecha Squirrel, you’re free now.