Love those stories! The most I got to eat out of my hand were some flying squirrels when up in Wisconsin. They got so used to my schedule when they'd see the headlights coming into the driveway at night, I could see them all jumping to the big oak where I had the feeders under, they knew the good stuff was coming out. I know they're also around where I am now, but I've never seen any come to the feeders at night. I really need a big solid oak tree right outside the windows again, best place for feeders that gave birds and everything else security while eating.
