I was sleeping in the corner of the barn in a sleeping bag on the floor. I went out for some reason and when I came back, a dead squirrel was belly-up in the middle of the floor. I went to bed and pretended it wasn't there, but when I woke up it had moved. If it moved, then it must be alive ...eekk! Then I started seeing more little squirrels playing dead. I was throwing coffee cans at them and trying to hit them, but I wasn't causing any damage and I just cowered on my pallet hoping none of them would decide to get in bed with me.
Later on, I was wandering around outside trying to escape detection, so I guess I was where I shouldn't have been, although I have no idea why.