Crazy Squirrel Night

We have this palm tree next to our driveway, and there is this family of squirrels that live in the top - a mommy and 3 to 4 babies (I would guess they are about 3 to 4 months old now). Tonight while playing baseball with Jonas outside. I hear this commotion coming from the top of the tree. I look out, and see this "baby" squirrel barely hanging on to a slick palm frond about 30 feet off the ground, making loud screeching noise. The mommy squirrel is going up and down the tree, unable to help. I was trying to thinking about how to help the little guy and took 2 steps toward the door to get a towel or something to catch it, and heard the fall. I go back and see what happend and I see the baby squirrel hanging upside down caught in one of our rose bushes, about 8 inches off the ground. The mommy squirrel is already trying to get the baby out of the bush, but it's foot is caught. It is trying to chew through the rose bush branch, while watching this Jonas wants to see so he opens the door and scares the mommy back up into the tree (the mommy squirrel is very scared of us). I take this opportunity to try and help out, I get my pruning sheers and a pair of heavy duty gloves, and quietly go to see what I can do. I take a look, and the baby squirrel doesn't look very happy. He is still hanging upside down with his eyes closed, but still breathing. I make the first cut, and the squirrel plops down in the flower bed, it's tail falls over it's head, still playing dead, and its foot is still stuck in the branch. I go back and make a quick quarter turn of the branch, and the squirrel is free. Now I see that the baby squirrel is not hurt at all. It springs up and stares at me for a second. Letha is downstairs now and standing in the doorway watching me. We are about 10 feet away watching, then all of a sudden the baby squirrel takes a couple steps toward us (looking very friendly and thankful), Letha and I look at each other, thinking 'uh oh'. Then he runs over to us, right up to the door. Letha screams, and closes the door. The squirrel just sits there, about 2 feet from my feet, and stares at me. I tell the squirrel that he is welcome, and that I am not his daddy. Then I go inside. Over the next hour, the mommy squirrel tries to talk the baby into going back up into the scary palm tree. It got dark so I don't exactly know how this story ends, the last time I saw the baby squirrel it was about 8 feet up the tree - still not wanting to go any higher.