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Yesterday I returned from a week and a half of visiting with family; this included hanging out at yacht clubs, a Disney resort, and other fab locations. I then returned to Germany to find that my dog was trying to kill a hedgehog that wandered into our yard. I’ve got to get this thing out of my yard if he’s still here today, lest Flash succeed.
This is not the first time Flash has familiarized himself with a hedgehog, but at least the first hedgehog was found in a convenient, accessible location in the side yard. This time, a hedgehog has attempted to make a home in the far, narrow corner of the back yard within a mess of tree, bush, and bramble.
I am not exaggerating when I say that I had to crawl. Or when I say that my shirt was getting stuck on branches and fence. Or when I say that branches were smacking me in the face. Or when I say that I dropped my phone in the mud. Or when I say that I had to text Paul to let him know that I was stuck.
To recap:
