The Big Boofs

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

Our hedgehogs have grown! Some of them are HUGE!

Clearly, they've been enjoying the cat food. A lot. These three big boofers are the size of Yorkshire terriers. But they still fit through the hedge-hole. Just.

The big ones tend to get aggressive with each other, and there was a bit of a rumble when these lads were out there. A lot of fake-charging, backing-off, charging again. At one point one of them went all rigid, and we assumed this was an aggressive posture. 

"Look! Even his tail is sticking right out!" said Caro.

I looked closer. "That's not his TAIL," I replied. 

It's not what you think. 

It was in fact a huge hedgehog SHITE that he crapped all over our deck. We've seen hedgehog poos on our deck before. I assume it's a territorial thing. 

They are typically very small. Black and about the size of the rubber on the end of a pencil. 

But not this boofer-shite. It was like something I'D do. After a night of drinking Guinness. 

"Ewwwwww!!" said Caro and I in unison. 

It didn't break the fight up. In fact, the lads kept charging and threatening each other. And Pooey McShiteypants there must have trodden into his own poo about six times. 

Then he climbed into the food plate. 

"Not in the food plate!" we said. "EeeeeeyeeWWW!" 

Dirty little buggers. 

"I think we may have learned a bit TOO much about hedgehogs tonight," I said. 

And we retreated back to our telly.

S.