Just over a week ago ...

[dunxx]

... I received the following email from a friend in New York:

Just got my mail back. Address written letter for letter as below. Any ideas?He's a man of few words. This missive is only typically curt - not unusually curt. It's also typically cryptic. I couldn't work out what he was talking about. So I ignored it

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[holographia]

well I for one understood his first message, haha! ;D

i think you'll be just fine once you have a gander at this:
http://syndicated.livejournal.com/cuteoverload/45242.html?mode=reply

[dunxx]

Maybe the thing that's wrong with me is my deteriorating grasp of the English language, then! I swear, that first email just looked like a jumbled mess of words to me - I thought he'd accidentally pasted one sentence into another.

What an incredibly keen (and clean) looking hedgehog. I read a sad article in the Guardian when I was back in the UK. Apparently the hedgehog population is dwindling. No-one knows how rapidly, or why it's happening:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/conservation/story/0,,1687999,00.html

[holographia]

having once had a hedgehog of my own i find this news to be rather distressing! the bit about them dying in yogurt cups ... :(!

all i can say is that i hope they're simply evolving to catch up with modern times. perhaps they're not being found squashed on roads anymore because they're brains are advancing and they've figured out to stop crossing busy roads.

i mean- right??! :(

[dunxx]

We can only hope so! The fact that fewer hedgehogs are being found dead on roads can definitely be read in a few different ways - and I sincerely hope it doesn't mean they're on the wane.

I have very fond memories of drinking beer in the garden of a local pub as night fell and the hedgehogs came out - those things can move when they want to! The garden (which was vast) was right next to the churchyard in a nearby village and the wall that separated the two was an old stone wall that zigged and zagged to create big grassy alcoves where picnic benches full of drinkers sat talking and laughing until closing time. Every now and then, a dark blot would detach itself from a clump of greenery and hurtle along the base of the wall at startling speed until it reached cover again (the blots were, of course, hedgehogs). It was nice to see them out and about.

So, how did you end up owning one of the little fellows?