I'm spooked, this is crazy.
I came home from work, had a bourbon, had a laugh and a BBQ. Playing with the kids, Keiran had regaled us with his mopping skills out the back. Sue says "Look, a Hedgehog, that's weird!" Jeuveneile hedgehog, in very good shape, snuffling about out the back of the house on the driveway. So we give the kids a good look at it, they love it, Keiran calls it "Stirty" as in, short for "It's Dirty".
Anyway, we go in for dinner, leave Stirty outside. We have a big formal lounge are where we live and after I'm finished, I get up and take my plate out to the kitchen. I get into the foyer (middle of the house) and here's this Hedgehog sitting in the middle of the room. I shit you not, we had to put down my dog Sprocket a week ago but this hedgehog looked at me and shied away in EXACTLY the same as Sprocket used to when she snuck inside. My heart stood still, I shit you not. This hedgehog, has walked halfway around the house and up the disabled ramp, through a quarter of the house, to get inside. And then looked at me like my dog when it snuck inside.
After watching Stirty in the foyer, perfectly comfortable with people around I might add, we retreated to the living room. Stirty followed us in. I shit you not. Fed him some letuce (because my retarded brother suggested that Hedgehogs were carnivores, duh!) and a bit of apple.
In the end, Sue's scared of fleas and shit, Stirty has been picked up (without curling) and placed gently outside where he's now looking mournfully at the door to get in.
MAF tells me I'm not allowed a Wombat at home, so this is the next best thing. Third only to a White Rhino.
So, Hedgehog experts, what the fuck do I do?
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