Say What?

I was stuck in terrible traffic today on my way to work and decided that I'd try my luck at actually getting my mother on the phone.  Most people move out of the house and are constantly harassed by their parents for visits, phone calls, and email updates.  My mother communicates like a 15 year old girl- she only text messages and never picks up the phone.  Well, this morning she actually picked up when I called.  Here was the meaningful exchange I had with my mother:

Me: Hi Mom, how are you doing?
Mom: Things are .... AHHHHHHHH!
Me: What?  What happened?  Are you okay?
Mom:  Sorry.  I almost dropped my squirrel.
Me:  What?  Please repeat what you just said because it sounded like you said, "I dropped my squirrel."
Mom: Yup, that's what I said.
(pause)
Me: Will you please explain what you mean because I have no idea why you are holding a squirrel, much less why you are almost dropping a squirrel.
Mom:  Oh, I guess I haven't spoken to you in a while, so you don't know that I have a new pet squirrel.  A tree fell down in the back yard and the baby squirrel must have been inside because the next day I was in the backyard and this dehydrated baby squirrel came right up to me and was almost dead.  I thought it would be hard to feed a squirrel, but apparently they're pretty easy to feed.  So...I have a squirrel.
Me: Promise me that this isn't like the time you said you found a dehydrated baby deer in the backyard and it turns out that you stole it from its mother.
Mom: The squirrel found me.  Anyway, I have to go shower.  It was great to hear your voice.  Text me a picture of baby Pearl.

My mom and her deer

So I'm not sure if I'm missing out by not talking on the phone weekly to my mother, or if it's better that I don't know how crazy things have gotten since I left home over a decade ago.