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Not seen any for years.
(Apart from the dehydrated squashed ones about two feet wide that you get on the East Lancs.)
We used to get them in our garden all the time but they stopped coming for some reason. (TB or Anthrax. Although, thinking about it, that might be Badgers. Or Cows.)
Anyroad......
Last Sunday morning I got up and let the dog out, only to immediately be faced with him barking his bollocks off behind the bins in a frustrated sort of "Why won't you play with me?" kind of way.
Hedgehog.
Curled in up a ball and hissing like a snake. (Yeah, you didn't know that, did you? They hiss and growl when they're curled up in a defensive ball They're not cute, they're nasty fuckers who let you know just how much they're pissed off at being licked by a big dog. Although, to be honest, it wasn't that threatening and I went "Aw.... How cute are you?")
So being the (lapsed) Eco-Warrior that my Mum always told me that I should try and be, I wrestled the dog off, inspected said Hedgehog for damage (he/she was fine, by the way) and thought:
"Now what....?"
Fortunately, I'd bought a new pair of shoes the week before and the box was still in the blue bin.
So I donned my gardening gloves, hoiked the box out of the bin and gently helped Tiggy into it.
Fortunately, our house backs onto a golf course so it was a fairly simple task to reintroduce him/her to The Wild.
Job done - Dead smug, done my bit, didn't panic and hit it with a shovel, how fantastic am I?
However...
Almost a week later, I've just let the dog out again and the little bastard (or another sneaky Hedgehog twat who's impersonating him/her) is back!
Wombling around the garden, winding the dog up and making me run around with a cardboard box in my hands in my underpants like a knob.
Is there an accepted point where you can abandon your Zen principles and start smashing small, innocent animals over the head to make your life easier?
I'm doing some soul searching here and any help would be gratefully appreciated.
Have you ever had an unwanted animal in your back garden and panicked?
(It's disappeared into next door's garden, just in case you were still interested in its welfare, by the way.)
(Apart from the dehydrated squashed ones about two feet wide that you get on the East Lancs.)
We used to get them in our garden all the time but they stopped coming for some reason. (TB or Anthrax. Although, thinking about it, that might be Badgers. Or Cows.)
Anyroad......
Last Sunday morning I got up and let the dog out, only to immediately be faced with him barking his bollocks off behind the bins in a frustrated sort of "Why won't you play with me?" kind of way.
Hedgehog.
Curled in up a ball and hissing like a snake. (Yeah, you didn't know that, did you? They hiss and growl when they're curled up in a defensive ball They're not cute, they're nasty fuckers who let you know just how much they're pissed off at being licked by a big dog. Although, to be honest, it wasn't that threatening and I went "Aw.... How cute are you?")
So being the (lapsed) Eco-Warrior that my Mum always told me that I should try and be, I wrestled the dog off, inspected said Hedgehog for damage (he/she was fine, by the way) and thought:
"Now what....?"
Fortunately, I'd bought a new pair of shoes the week before and the box was still in the blue bin.
So I donned my gardening gloves, hoiked the box out of the bin and gently helped Tiggy into it.
Fortunately, our house backs onto a golf course so it was a fairly simple task to reintroduce him/her to The Wild.
Job done - Dead smug, done my bit, didn't panic and hit it with a shovel, how fantastic am I?
However...
Almost a week later, I've just let the dog out again and the little bastard (or another sneaky Hedgehog twat who's impersonating him/her) is back!
Wombling around the garden, winding the dog up and making me run around with a cardboard box in my hands in my underpants like a knob.
Is there an accepted point where you can abandon your Zen principles and start smashing small, innocent animals over the head to make your life easier?
I'm doing some soul searching here and any help would be gratefully appreciated.
Have you ever had an unwanted animal in your back garden and panicked?
(It's disappeared into next door's garden, just in case you were still interested in its welfare, by the way.)
