I never set out to perform a squirrel exorcism. That’s not a service we offer. We do sell ethically sourced herbs, locally roasted coffee, and the occasional self-deprecating sticker —but nothing in the official Backcountry Mystic business plan includes rodent-based spiritual intervention. And yet, if you’re a regular around here, you won’t be surprised. Things rarely go to plan. Especially when Nate gets involved. Before I walk you through how we became the unofficial squirrel shamans of BriarVeil, I should explain how the day started. It was supposed to be calm. Quiet. Productive. I had blocked out the morning for inventory updates and, if the stars aligned, a coffee alone…