So, last week we got a new hedgehog. She is a cute little fiesty bundle of fluff and prickles.
We got her on Monday evening, and by Wednesday morning when we woke up, she was missing.
She had managed to tip her home over and escape. I wanted to call her Houdini since she was an escape artist, but I was told that wasn’t girly enough. So we named her Heidini.
We searched high. We searched low. Spent all day looking and she didn’t show her little nose even once. Finally, that evening, I set out her food dish, her water bottle, a shirt she sleeps in and finally went to bed. It was 2:00 am. I was tired.
She obviously was watching and waiting until I went to bed. The little imp.
I woke the next morning, on Thursday, and found evidence of her antics through the night. She pooped in front of the TV. She chewed on a game remote. She ate some of her food and rearranged a few things. And was once again missing.
Luckily, my husband returned home that evening and he began to look high and low. Finally, he found her beneath my china hutch, making a nice little home for herself. She was mad she had been found. It took my husband grabbing her with gloves on while I lifted the corner of the hutch up with a pick axe. Hey…whatever works, right?
Did I mention that she was mad?
So today, my husband had her out and was playing with her.
I reached over to pet her and she bit me. So not kidding.
Of course, I had been eating beef jerky earlier, so that may have had something to do with it. I think I will make sure I wash my hands before I play with her just so she doesn’t think I am some tasty morsel of food. Silly hedgehog. Doesn’t she know you aren’t supposed to bite the hand that feeds you?