Hedgehog

When we were sat in the living room the other evening, we heard a squeal from outside. I confidently identified it as a hedgehog, not expecting J to believe me and not expecting to be able to prove it.

So I was amazed when I returned from yoga later to find a spiny little creature tip-toeing across the drive and making a beeline for the aloe.

Here he is, trying to hide from my camera.


Sadly, hedgehogs are a pest in New Zealand. They munch through native birds' eggs and other native treasures like weta and skinks. I didn't feel inclined to drown him in a bucket though and J's suggestion of rolling him in mud and baking him for dinner would have taken too long so we settled for a quick pasta dinner instead. Next time...