So, during the family weekend, my darling niece, Hoofer, mentioned to she wanted to get a new pet. To wit, a hedgehog.
To convince her mother, my sister, Pearl that a hedgehog would be a most excellent gift, she searched the web for facts and figures. It was quite impressive. I almost wanted one myself.
In fact, I mentioned this to one of my co-workers, Brain. She was not quite so positive on the idea of the hedgehog. Apparently, her nephew has one and it has a jail house attitude. Being a nocturnal creature, it wants to be out and about at night. Since it is in its nice little metal cage at night, instead of travelling thither and yon, it protests its captivity.
How you may ask. By slamming its water dish against the bars of its cage, shredding the paper litter it has into much finer pieces to scatter about the house, and hissing threats at the screws. Well, OK. It just hisses at people it doesn't like, but you get the idea.
I don't know what Hoofer felt when I sent the information to her, but Pearl wasn't about to let her daughter have a pet anyway.
On the upside, we now know that if you bake a hedgehog after slathering it in a thick layer of clay, the quills come off with ease. Sounds yummy to me!
Have to run.
Later, Mushers!
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