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Mouse: Ever curled into bed at night and wished you weren’t alone? Mice are great in times of solitude because they dart across your floor when you least expect it. Sometimes, they call to you from inside the walls, so you always know they’re around. They love to share, especially snacks without wrappers or other forms of protection.

-Best trick: Playing dead

-Eats: Your food

-Where it sleeps: The Quad, SDT, HamCo, Spruce Street, Walnut Street, 41st Street, Castle, (nowhere is safe)

 

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Campus Squirrel: These babies are everywhere. To make them feel comfortable enough to come inside, simply leave some food by an open window and wait. Undaunted by fear, they’ve been known to slash screens, rummage through kitchens and chase after each other in the hopes of getting it on. Aw, they like to cuddle!

-Best trick: Breaking in

-Eats: Out of the garbage

-Where it sleeps: The trees outside your window

 

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Locust Hawk: Spotted in trees, on buildings, and by Hill Field, the Locust Hawk really gets around Locust Walk. Majestic yet terrifying, she mostly keeps to herself—and hunts her own food. Though she doesn’t like to be petted, this pretty bird loves to pose for pictures.

-Best trick: Hide and seek

-Eats: Animal corpses

-Where it sleeps: High above, lying in wait

 

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The Frat Possum: This pint–sized creep loves to slink around outside the Locust frat houses, stalking residents and gnawing on beer bottles. He’s definitely a shy one, not to be petted or photographed, but don’t take his introversion for timidity. Often found scampering around outside the St. Elmo basement, all this little guy really wants is to get his face painted.

-Best trick: Infiltrating your nightmares

-Eats: Your trash is his treasure

-Where it sleeps: Inside your kegs