ST. PETERSBURG — Jill Horstmann had squirrels in her bra. And they wouldn’t stay still. One squirmed and wriggled so much that she had to pull it out. Its bushy brown tail peeked through her fingers as she cradled it. The squirrel was restless, hungry, thirsty — and probably confused. But only one of those could be addressed while sitting in a booth at local kava bar Mad Hatters. Horstmann .