They kept coming back and lining up for another flight. They’re smart enough to know what they think is fun & what’s not by their standards.
They must be boys. 
Like I said they are a scatterbrained and silly lot.
They may never comes back to mess with your thingy. Or they might eat 6 in a row.
Don’t worry unless they take up residence in yours.
On one camping trip we had bears visit our campsite on multiple occasions. We had taken the standard precaution of hanging a bundle of food from a line strung between two trees as protection against forest creatures… Canned goods we just left on the ground… We weren’t expecting bears, but we figured not even bears could break open cans. We were wrong.
As you’ve doubtless noticed, gravity affects critters like us of 120-300 lbs. rather differently than it affects small lightly-constructed 8oz squirrels or even smaller critters.
Falling 20 feet out of a tree is fun to them and an ambulance ride to us (at best).
Physics is weird that way.
At least it’s not filled with eels.
Especially not ass-eels. 
On another message board, there was a guy who was a writer. He wrote the most hilarious account about his really eventful interaction with a squirrel. That mb is defunct now, but I literally laughed until I had tears.
It’s a canoe, not a hovercraft
Drat you, Gravity! <shakes fist>
Occasionally I would come home to a little pile of leaves, flower petals and things on my deck.
I wondered why my wife did that. But I assumed she was just ‘doodling’ but with real objects.
Turned out to be a pack rat.
Was this Brad from Georgia (snopes)? I really miss his humor.
Yes, he was so funny. That squirrel story is classic; I don’t even remember any details.
I expect most of you have heard this, but I present Squirrel Cop.
Since we dove into Squirrel tales(heh).
Mine:
I haz the squirrels. They mostly leave the bird feeders and various things alone in the yard. Ignore the pets and kids. They know they’re in a safe place.
I have nut trees so this is the big draw. I’m sure there’s a squirrely sized neon sign in the deep woods that says: Becks r nuts, come one come all!
These squirrels flip around my deck. Running the rail. Chattering at the pets. Throwing pecan shells right where my bare feet step.
Of course any toast scraps, crumbs and cereal leavings get put on the rail for them. It’s a grand-kid project (yeah, I started it).
I’ve made friends with a few. To the point they’d take food from my fingers. No petting. Just nervous snatch and run.
A couple springs ago, there were baby squirrels everywhere. Young and trusting one baby would actually sit on my knees. Take a nibble or two before skedaddling. He seemed alone, altho’ still fairly young.
I missed him a few days. I was out one morning and he came hopped on my knee. I had some crackers. He took a piece but didn’t eat it.
Then, surprisingly curled up and went to sleep on my knee. I noticed his mouth was opened. He was kinda snoring.
I tried to look in, thinking something was stuck. No luck.
I decided he was sick.
Eventually he hopped off.
I had a small cat carrier by me the next morning.
Yeah. You know my intention.
So did he.
3 days go by.
I’m thinking, well he’s dead.
Then there he was. He couldn’t really hop anymore. His mouth was constantly open. Thinner.
Yep. If at all possible he had a vet trip in his future.
He came near me and just sat. I put a few bird seeds by him. Nope. Not interested.
He had a big bump on his head. Between his eyes.
I slowly reached down. In one smooth move he in was in the carrier.
I put a towel over it.
Called the vet and took him there.
He didn’t have any fight left. They just took him out. Barely flicked his tail.
Vet looked. Said he knew what it was. The heck you say?
Gave him a tiny shot. The squirrel closed his eyes. Before I could say “why you kill him, what he do to you?”
The vet had long tweezers and pulled the nastiest, biggest, slimiest wolf fly larva out of the tiny squirrels left nostril.
I swear, it was a good inch long and fat as a cheap jelly bean.
I nearly fainted. I know I screamed.
They looked the squirrel over for more. Gave him a shot or three. Laughing their asses off at me.
Laughing cause it cost about $200,
Yep, ol’ Beck made another boat payment for the vet.
Got hoodwinked by a furry being that might have weighed 3 oz.
I felt good, I saved him. Patted myself on the back for my wild animal altruistic act and relished the thought of my good karma coming.
Got home thinking of all the good times me and my new friend Flip the squirrel would have.
He was awake. I had heard him in the car.
Took him to the deck and opened the carrier.
He hopped out and fell over dead.
At least he got a …well, he got nothing!
He may have died in the woods. But I killed him, as surely as if I had drowned him.
The stress of all my altruism killed him.
At least that wolf fly is dead.
See, there’s good in all things. If you convince yourself of it.
It kinda worked. 
Aww, you gave it a try. He was dying in a pretty awful way anyway. At least he got that thing out of his nose. You know if you could have caught him sooner, he may have made it. You did all you could under the circumstances.
Don’t Google botfly, wolf fly or their larva. You won’t be able to eat your dinner.
Okay. No more dying squirrels, or catapulting squirrels, or squirrels coming to or potentially coming to harm. This is a squirrel-friendly thread.
Hey, I went well ($) beyond my obligation to be squirrel friendly.
I get it you want a nice, feelsy thread.
So I won’t tell the story of the Squirrel family that lived in a knot in a red oak tree in my yard. It’s kinda exciting, but ended badly.
Or the squirrel that took a flying leap into my pond. Without his swimmies on.
Or the one who used to run up and down the electrical line to my house. He hung around awhile.
I’ll shut up now.
La la la la…
(Fingers in ears)