My mother had a penchant for feeding squirrels. Sometimes she would take a spoonful of peanut butter (this was before the advent of almond butter, no harm meant to other butter lovers, everywhere), into her palm and stand very still.
She’s so brave.
Squirrels would come and eat right out of her hand. Of course, my mother has that “thing” that invites all to eat out of her hand.
She’s a wonder…with the squirrels.