I was going to hold in a towel and carry it over to a tree but it climbed onto my arm. I coaxed it back on the ground and when I stood up it climbed up my leg again. The little shit was clinging to me like a tree. Then it crawled onto my foot, then it started climbing up my leg. It crawled under my golf cart for a second and then it crawled out from under it and walked over to me and looked up at me like I was it's mom. I grabbed my phone (which was playing classic rewind through my golf cart Bluetooth speakers) to take a picture of the little critter.
It didn't run away it just set there looking at me.
I threw another ball down and hit another shitty shot and then as I turned and put my club back in the bag I see on the ground just a few feet away from me a baby squirrel. So I was on the 15th hole and I rolled up in my cart, got out and hit a shitty 5 wood.
