Could have been worse. It could have been badgers. Big buggers they be.
I saw badgers on this trip for the first time! Although I'm sad that all three of them were dead on the side of the motorway, I can't say I would have preferred to see them in the tent.
But, but, but... *Why* was there any cake left in the first place?! How could you *leave* cake? You devoured *most* of the cake? *Most?!*
Aghast from London...
PS Eww at Mr Snuffles' preferred method of expressing disgust.
I know, I don't really understand what we were thinking. I'll have to blame the cider.
Last theatre movie I saw was F13, Part eleventy-billion; be glad they were all that visited you that night. O.O
(Seriously, I dun watch horror fillums & nearly passed out in the first 20 minutes when things got particularly awful--I will NOT be going camping this summer, thx)
I think that if I ever watched a horror film all the way through, I might go back to my childhood habit of sleeping under my bed.
Wow. Indeed. These guys are tough.
They are the harbingers of doom for all manner of baked goods. Hide your muffins, your croissants, your pretzels, your sweet and savoury pies. THE HEDGEHOGS ARE COMING.
EXACTLY! I should have paid closer attention to your post.
Awww, that's kind of hilarious. You got mugged by an aggressive, teenage hedgehog gang!
HASBOS all around!
I was thinking better mugged by adolescent hedgehogs than the things that could rifle your snacks around here. (Raccoons... ugly, rabid. Bears... Stephen Colbert has already alerted us to the danger they pose to our pic-a-nic baskets.)
I suppose it was good preparation for Yellowstone later this year, where the bears would steal our cake and probably have us for afters.
The funny thing was, we were surrounded by actual teenagers for a lot of the trip. They were on school holidays all last week so the campsite was mostly occupied by young surfers. They were much better behaved than the hedgehogs - in bed by half ten and sound asleep!
The nerve! Well, let them try that a few more times on other campers and let diabetes take its toll, I say. :p
At this rate, it's going to become a crisis in hedgehog health care.
I had a similar experience hiking on the apalachian trail a long time ago. Tame but feral = weird disposition. They turn into street thugs. Like, "What are YOU going to do about it!?!"
The great thing about hedgehogs is that they roll up, which makes it easier to take an empty beer bottle and introduce them to the concept of hodgeball. Gently, of course.
They love cream! Dad threw out some old cream buns for the bird s(he throws everything out for the birds, and the eat it *all*) but this time some hedgehogs won - Dad saw movement, shone the torch out and there was a hedgehog with it's face buried in the cream up to it's ears.
Ha! I can easily picture that. Did he get a photo? I'm still a bit sad I didn't, but the camera was locked in the boot of the car...