The hedgehog is one of Britain’s best-loved creatures.
How do I know that? I googled “beloved hedgehogs” until I found enough material to prove what I was already sure of. Lord Google’s happy to confirm any belief we hold if only we ask the right way and leave an offering of data at his shrine.
Thank you, Lord G., for what you contribute to the world’s wisdom.
But I also, in the real world, listen to people, including a neighbor who told me some years back, “We have a hedgehog,” making it sound as if her backyard was being visited by angels instead of a small, spiny, snuffly creature.

Irrelevant photo: Snow on a camellia bud in February. We had two or three inches. Half of Cornwall ran off the road. The other half stayed home.
Ah, but I’m serious about my responsibility to inform the world about Britain, so I asked my friend Helen about the place hedgehogs hold in British culture and she went into a remebering-childhod reverie, telling me about hedgehogs in the books she read: Fuzzypeg, who’s part of Alice Uttley’s Little Grey Rabbit series, and Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle. If you grow up with these books, apparently, some part of you will forever believe that the hedgehog is a wonderful little creature and an essential part of Britain’s charm.
Or if you want to be snarky about it, which is always more fun than being reverential, part of Britain’s Britishness.
Britain’s Britishness?
Absolutely. Not because it’s clear what Britishness is–it’s not–but because Britain has lots of it and if you eavesdrop on the national conversation you’ll learn that it’s important.
For a while there, defining Britishness was a kind of indoor sport at Westminster. Politicians needed to know what it was so they could impose it on those of us who didn’t fit whatever the definition turned out to be. “Us,” of course, being immigrants. Because that’s the problem with immigrants: They come from places that aren’t Britain, bringing all kinds of -ishnesses that aren’t Britishness.
It turned out, though, that no two politicians agreed about what the ingredients of Britishness were and eventually they stopped talking about them. It was getting embarrassing.
Or maybe that was because Brexit wasn’t–and isn’t–leaving room in the national conversation for anything else.
Anyway, I have more than one post about Britishness and I’d love to link you to them, but I never thought to create a category labeled Britishness and I can’t find the damned things. They’re somewhere in this mess.
None of the politicians mentioned hedgehogs, although you’d think they would have. They should also mention having read the right kids’ books at the right age. Maybe it was all too obvious to think of.
But let’s shut up about that and talk about the hedgehog. It’s native to Europe (which in this case includes Britain; please can we not argue about that right now?), Asia, and Africa. It’s not native to New Zealand but was introduced there to eat slugs and snails. New Zealand conservationists hate them because they compete with native species, but they don’t hate them as much as they hate some of the other beasties that enthusiastic idiots released into the wild, so let’s move on.
The hedgehog’s gone extinct in the Americas but people keep imported types as pets, which is why that cute little British wild animal is making American pet-owners sick. The U.S. Centers for Disease Control has warned people not to kiss and cuddle their hedgehogs because they can spread salmonella. Eight people in the U.S. have gotten salmonella that way since October, and one’s been hospitalized.
That was as of January. It could well be up to nine by the time you read this. As you can see, we’re dealing with an epidemic. Declare an international incident, someone. Send warships.
The hedgehogs Americans are likely to keep as pets are actually African pygmy hedgehogs, but fact shouldn’t get in the way of a good international incident. American culture is at stake here. Americans only keep African pygmy hedgehogs because the British brainwashed them into thinking they were cute. And (ever so incidentally) because someone on Instagram has one.
Not to be left out, the RSPCA–the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals–issued roughly the same warning to British hedgehog cuddlers. Take that, America. We didn’t make you take them into your homes and we’re suffering just as much as you are, in our understated way.
We now have the horrifying statistics, the warnings, and the international posturing out of the way.
According to the British Hedgehog Preservation Society (of course there’s a British Hedgehog Preservation Society, and it sells books and magnets and all sorts of other things that hedgehogs need), hedgehog spines are actually modified hairs and the average adult hedgehog has 5,000 to 7,000 of them.
Yes, someone counted them. No, it wasn’t me.
The spines are a great defense, even though they’re not barbed like porcupine quills. When our dogs found one in the backyard, it rolled into a ball, spines out. The dogs barked insanely and poked their noses at it, then trotted inside, defeated. The hedgehog unrolled itself and waddled off in search of bugs and slugs and a visa to New Zealand.
Somewhere in among all those spines, the hedgehog has a tail. And sex organs. But how do the spiny little things get close enough to each other to create more hedgehogs? Carefully. The female curls her tail upward. The male keeps his relevant body part close to the middle of his belly, so he doesn’t have to climb on top, Humans, who don’t have the same level of interest in the aforesaid body part as hedgehogs do, sometimes mistake it for a belly button.
Hedgehogs think this is very funny.
Baby hedgehoglets aren’t born prickly, for which their mothers are endlessly grateful. Motherhood’s hard enough without spines. The babies have soft spine stubs that grow and harden within a few weeks.
Hedgehogs eat insects, bugs, slugs, worms, snakes, frogs, toads, eggs, berries, melons, mushrooms, grass, and nice little meaty treats that humans set out for them as long as other creatures don’t get to them first. My best guess is that if they eat melons (which don’t pass the Britishness test, by the way; they’re from Africa and southwest Asia), they also eat berries (some of which do pass the test), but berries aren’t on the list I found, so treat that as guesswork.
That bit about eating slugs? It’s more powerful than children’s books in making gardeners love hedgehogs.
Hegehogs are noctural and they hibernate–or they do if it gets cold enough. With the way climate change has been messing with the seasons lately, some are not going into hibernation and struggle to find enough food over the winter. Even when they’re hibernating, though, they will come out during warm spells and have a snack or two.
They’ve adapted fairly well to city life, but they’re struggling in the countryside, where they’ve been hit hard by the loss of hedgerows and a decline in bug (okay, not just bug: invertebrate) numbers. They also get poisoned by slug pellets and hit by cars.
This is not a fun time to be a hedgehog.
There’s no shortage of campaigns to save them. The Wildlife Trust recommends cutting a small hole in the bottom of your fence (that’s only if you have a fence) so hedgehogs can waddle through. They travel a kilometer or two a night searching for food and mates. That’s mates as in hedgehogs they can breed with, not as in friends. In miles that’s–oh, let’s pretend it’s somewhere betwwen half a mile and a mile. If you were sending a rocket to the moon with calculations like that, you’d miss the whole damn thing, but it’s close enough for a hedgehog. They don’t read, they don’t do math, and they won’t cover any less distance just because I get my numbers wrong.
You can also build it a nice little box for it to hide in and set out some dog or cat food. You can play it patriotic British tunes on your smart phone. If you find a sick or injured hedgehog, you can rehabilitate it. The trust doesn’t tell you not to kiss it–I don’t think it occurred to anyone that you might–but it does tell you to use gardening gloves to pick it up.
It doesn’t recommend adopting it as a pet.
A group of hedgehogs is called an array. Will you need to know this? Probably not. They’re solitary creatures. Once a female mates, she won’t want the male around. He’d only eat the young. In fact, if the nest is disturbed, the mother might do that herself.
These are the things they don’t put that in the children’s books.
Hedgehogs used to be called urchins, which came to English from Latin by way of Norman French. By the fifteenth century, an urchin was anyone who looked like a hedgehog, including a hunchback, a goblin, a bad girl (no, don’t ask me–I’ve known and admired plenty of bad girls and none of them struck me as looking like hedgehogs), and a ragged child. By the late eighteenth century, an urchin was in general use to mean a ragged child.
In the U.S., keeping hedgehogs is illegal in Georgia, California, Hawaii, Pennsylvania, Washington, and New York City–or it was as of January 2018. Calling a kid you’re unhappy with a hedgehog isn’t illegal anywhere but it will earn you some odd looks, as will calling a hedgehog an urchin.
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My thanks to Flo, who first let me know about the threat hedgehogs pose to America’s health, and to Helen and (while we’re on the subject) assorted other friends who treat my odd questions (“So what is it about the British and hedgehogs?”) as if they were almost normal.
I think we’ve mentioned hedgehog-flavoured crisps before? Don’t the little cuties get involved in one of our national games – quidditch, perhaps? – no, no – croquet (probably borrowed from our French neighbours and something to do with Pall Mall). Loved this ramble with hedgehogs; just the thing for a Friday.
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No, no, no, those were brussels sprouts flavored hedgehogs. It’s important not to mix up hedgehogs and brussels sprouts. I don’t think either of them play quidditch. Or croquet. That was flamingos.
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Daughter and I loling again.
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They are appreciated here in France as well. Back in 2017, I managed to purchase one of the small stuffed hedgehogs for a young person I know. I went back to get another and I haven’t seen another one since. They are adorable.
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I have no idea why, but I never thought to associate them with France. Quite possibly because I never read French kids’ books.
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The toy was very popular and so adorable.
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You’re making me want one for myself.
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Good luck finding one… I can quickly think of a few people I would love to give them to. They were made in France.
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To test your theory I did type into google “evil hedgehogs” and it came up with articles about the dangers of hedgehogs and a discussion on Quora on how animals cannot evil. That told me! I haven’t seen one in real life in years, but I live in the city. My mother lives in countryside and she used to put out cat food for a passing one, but she says it hasn’t been around for years. I would not want to cuddle one on account of the fleas, ticks, and prickles. They are seriously cute and best-left roaming around in the wild.
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What an inspired experiment. I haven’t googled this, but I somehow don’t think they particularly want to cuddle us either.
The only time I left cat food out (for the neighbors’ cat, which for various and temporary reasons they weren’t feeding), I’d find anything she didn’t eat full of slugs. Yuck. Although a hedgehog would’ve said yum.
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I used to teach a lad who was a bit obessed with dolphins being evil, he’d say they aren’t as nice as people think, they bully. He was probably right but I’ve never bothered to look it up.
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I guess that’s the natural result of people cutesifying an animal. Someone will come along, debunk it, and go overboard with all the opposite information.
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When I was a kid, growing up on the diminishingly rural outskirts of Johannesburg, our dogs quite often found hedgehogs. They’d roll the spiky little balls up to the house, pushing with their noses. I would then bring them inside and feed them beetles, milk and strawberries, and we’d enjoy them for a while – they really are very cute, and endearingly fearless – and then my brother and I would take them to a small koppie (heap of rocks with bushes and whatnot, bulging out of the veld – which is spelled WITHOUT a t) near our house and set them free. I loved them.
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Great story. And clever dogs. I guess when you’re covered in spikes, you can afford to be fearless. Which may explain why they go splat under so many car tires. It’s a realy problem.
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That’s so horrible. I can just about wrap my mind around the reality of a splatted Squirrel Nutkin, but Mrs. Tiggywinkle? NOOOOO!
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Sorry about tossing that into the conversation so casually. I need to think these things through more.
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I’ll say. Aren’t Americans big on situational awareness? Because you’re surrounded by PEOPLE, you know? With SENSITIVITIES!
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I dunno, Belladonna. It’s big country. Plenty of room for exceptions.
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Hedgehogs are cute, but I can’t imagine one as a pet. Jan Brett, children’s story book writer, often features hedgehogs in her illustrations, and I love her work!
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The first one we ever saw was when we moved into our new neighborhood and my partner thought it was a rat. It was late evening, so it wasn’t easy to know what we were looking at. So yes, cute in photos and illustrations, but in person cuteness wasn’t the thing that stood out. At least for us.
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Great article! You put a smile on my face this morning. I’ll be on the lookout for hedgies (is this an acceptable truncation of hedgehog?… because that’s what I’m going with) when I’m in England this summer!
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Do look for them, but they’re not easy to find. They are, I think, nocturnal. I’ve seen a few–not many, but they were all at night or in the evening. I don’t think they’ll much care what you call them, but for communicating with people you might want to go with the full name, because I’ve never heard them called anyone else.
Unless you don’t care whether anyone understands you, in which case, no problem.
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I’ll be coming at them with an American accent, so I’m not sure how comprehensible I’ll be, no matter what I call them. 😉
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People are used to American accents from movies. They’ll have no problem with that. The vocabulary divides, though, in odd and occasionally embarassing ways.
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Yeah, I’m married to a Brit. We’ve been language-wrangling for two decades. :)
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Understood. I’m a Jewish New Yorker with a WASPy partner from Texas–who, fortunately, lived in New York for ten years. By now, we meet somewhere in the middle, but she still can’t kvetch with only one syllable and I can’t get anywhere near enough syllables in some of my words.
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Hedgies is fine, we’ll understand you, you can even buy one .
https://www.ebay.co.uk/b/Hedgies-Decorative-Ornaments-Plates/122508/bn_16568717
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Thanks for weighing in on this. Expert opinion’s always appreciated.
Mostly.
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Of course I am speaking for us lot oop North, where Hedgies abound. My expertise ends there, so there’s a good chance no-one south of the A66 will have a scooby what she’s on about.
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That’s fine. I’m declaring you the all-Britain expert anyway. End of discussion.
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Fek.
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There you go! Thank you!
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Most welcome!
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Ahhah! So we have a secret weapon, and that nice Mr.Williamson can ditch the aircraft carrier and sneakily send some of our spikey balls of cute off to China, president Trump, that guy who’s killing most of the natives of the Phillipines and anyone else not being a good world leader, which is mostly everyone except the Dutch. World domination will follow, we’ll have an even bigger empire than before and the world will be a better place.
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I was with you–I really was–until the empire part. That didn’t work out as a world’s-a-better-place thing last time around.
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I might have had my British tongue in my European cheek there.
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You? No.
But please: Don’t bite down.
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Cuddling hedgehogs???? And I thought the laying on nails was an Indian thing…
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I don’t know what to tell you. It could be the origin of acupuncture.
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All things good to know. Our dog has two hedgehog stuffed toys, “hedgy” and “big hedge” – soft, not spiny. That’s as close as I hope to get to them. We have a possum in the yard that eats all that stuff, so we’re good. I am always amazed by people who bring in not-yet-illegal animals as pets. Half the time they get tired of them and let them go, which never ends well.
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I have a hard time with the idea of pets that people keep in cages, tanks, etc. anyway. I don’t know what you keep a hedgehog in. Do you just let it snuffle around the house? Do you have to worry about stepping on it when you get up in the middle of the night?
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Have you ever stepped on Lego?
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I haven’t. I’ve heard, though, from the wounded.
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Now I understand where the name “sea urchin” came from. (And I’d sure like sea urchins better if they also had cute snuffly little noses!)
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And if they didn’t live so inconentiently underwater. Although I guess we’d have to call them air urchins.
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I don’t even know what to say. Not ONE politician even MENTIONED hedgepi– ah, hogs?? What are they, a bunch of lowlife immigrants or something? No WONDER there’s snow on the camelias. Tsk.
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Yes, the entire pattern is revealed.
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How fortunate we are to have such an astute observer on the job! What’s next, marmots? What’s this world coming to?
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I just checked what’s next, since I couldn’t remember. Not marmots. Another news roundup.
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NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…..
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Okay, it’s not exactly news. More like olds. It sits around a while before it gets here.
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In a more civilized day, wasn’t that called “aging” or “ripening” the product? As we would, for instance, for upper-crust (post-hyphenation appellate used advisedly) beef?
I understand ancient Japanese servants were actually executed for (involuntarily) accommodating such odoriferourous proclivities on the part of suddenly immigrant Caucasians…
No personal reference, mind you. Jus’ sayin’, that’s all…
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PS I’m reblogging this to my sister site Timeless Wisdoms
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Many thanks.
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My pleasure
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Sad to find out it is illegal to have a hedgehog in Georgia. I was beginning to want one for a per. A birthday present to me.
Little street urchins. I think I heard that in some movie. Is that in Charles Duckens, lot Mary Poppins. Never heard that term applied to bad girls. How bad do they have to be to be an urchin. Really bad, or just a little bit bad. Is there a scale printed somewhere to use as a guide to see who qualifies. What is the term for a girl somewhar bad but not bad enough to qualify as an urchin. Do many questions and do little time, And more about what it means to be British. I insulted a man from England once by saying he was from Britain or British. He took umbrage and said he was from England and English.
Thanks for the information. Always like to learn about British.
Have a good week.
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If he was from England and English, he was also British. And an asshole. A girl who isn’t bad enought to be an urchin is an urch. If she’s not quite as bad as that, she’s an urchlet, sometimes (by people who are painfully couth) spelled urchlette. What we don’t know is whose definition of bad is in play here.
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Cutting a hole in your fence to help the hedgehog reminds me of an incident from the past in which I scarred my child for life. We had a hole in our fence (which happened organically) and a groundhog in our back yard. My young son and I were watching the groundhog from inside the house and I got the bright idea to put our rat terrier in the yard to scare the groundhog into leaving through the hole in the fence. I won’t go into the grisly details, except to say we were both horrified at the results.
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The law of unintended consequences. I’d have a hard time forgetting that one too.
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My god-daughter in the USA had a pet hedgehog. It got lost in their very cluttered basement and was missing for weeks. Should I assume they can exist on very little food and water for long periods of time? Or maybe Lord Google has the answer. Unfortunately, he’s been disappointing me a lot recently.
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If it’s cold enough, it will hibernate and need very little food or water. If it’s not, then everyone involved has a problem.
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Good grief! 8 people sick and one hospitalised!!!! I haven’t asked Google for the current population figures for the USA, but I’m pretty sure that 8 out of howevermanymillions is too small to warrant a headline.
I didn’t “keep” a hedgehog, but if one wandered into the garden I found it fascinating…until I realised it had designs on my frogs!
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Nothing’s too small to warrant a headline if it gets people to click on it. It’s the man-bites-dog phenomenon: It only has to happen once to be worth column inches.
Designs on your frogs? The beast.
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Another great article, Ellen. I love the way you sprinkle the star dust of eclectic facts and conjecture around the main story. It is always a pleasure to read your blogs.
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Thank you, John. I hadn’t thought of myself as the possessor of star dust, but I do like the thought.
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From a website on Glasgow and its weegie ways….
‘You don’t know what fun is until you’ve witnessed a drunk on the Edinburgh to Glasgow train screaming
‘A f…..g hate hedgehogs, come at me ye jabby we c…t.’
while angrily circling a hairbrush which has been dropped on the floor…’
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God, would I ever need a translator before I could understand the fun in it. But have had the chance to slow it down and read it three times, yeah, that’s great.
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They eat bugs? Hmm. If one of those was the stink bug I’d be happy to adopt one, laws or not.
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I’ve never heard of stink bugs over here, so I don’t know if anyone’s offered them one. The name along would make me say thanks, but no.
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According to the FTC they came over from China in a package (China gives the US lots of gifts like these, thanks, Nixon). In the US they have no natural enemies (though some say chickens will eat them) so they are prolific.
We are lucky here in the north, especially thanks to global warming, they don’t like cold weather. But, they recognize the cold is coming so they go underground. By lucky, winter the last few years has come in snaps. A couple warm days brings them out, then we get sub-zero weather and a good number of them die off, this has been repeating throughout the winter, so the entomologists say this will be an easy year. But, because they thrive in the south trucking brings them right back up.
They get their name because if you swat them they give off a horrendous odor that sticks to whatever hits them, and whatever they were on at the time.
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Ack! The gift from hell.
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Yep. My plan is to send a freight load of bull frogs to China.
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Is the bull frog a pest?
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Yes and no. They’re good eating, big, but are well controlled by their natural predators. Aside from being voracious eaters they have a very loud croak. Hard to sleep if you’re camping out in their areas.
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Ah, well, they got there first.
Sorry–that was unsympathetic, wasn’t it? I was with you on the stink bugs, though.
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Hedgehogs are adorable from a distance. A nice safe distance.
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…and if it all goes wrong, they’re slower than you are.
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Really? They look like they could move along a pretty fair clip given the proper motivation. They might outrun me. Still I have size on my side and nice sturdy shoes. Unless they jump, Lawdy lawdy if they jump I don’t stand a chance. Guess I could throw meal worms at them or something to slow them down? (This is what happens if I type before coffee)
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They have very little legs. I just don’t see them jumping. And the ones–okay, the very few I’ve seen in motion trundle along at what could politely be described at a stately pace. Do throw mealworms. They’ll love you for it. But I think you’re safe. Really, I do.
Okay, I just googled “top speeed, hedgehog” and got twelve miles an hour. (Is the internet not full of strange stuff? I really didn’t think I’d find that.) I tried my luck with how fast a human can crawl, hoping to convince you that you could not just outrun one but outcrawl it, but I ended up with information about how fast human hair grows (too slowly to outrun a hedgehog) and how fast Usain Bolt can run (very). Also how fast a human-size spider could crawl, which doesn’t help much since there are none.
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A human sized spider would be awesome! Hopefully there are some hiding away in what’s left of the rainforest somewhere?
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Possibly. If they take over the world, I hope they do a better job of it than we have.
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Thanks for an informative read. We don’t have them here (at least wild), but we have echidnas, even coming into our yard once or twice. Were quickly relocated to the fields before our older dog could find them. They are very cute.
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The relocation sounds like a good move. We had to do the same once for a frog that our cat became obsessed with.
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We have wild frogs in our menagerie, they have the sense to lay low during the day, then party in the ducks ponds at night.
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Oh, yes, I’ve heard about those parties all the way over here.
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It’s all well and good until somebody croaks.
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Groan.
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I can’t believe they eat frogs. That’s very uncivil.
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It does kind of wreck their image. Given that frogs are fast and hedgehogs slow, I’m not sure how they manage it.
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I didn’t read the right books as a child, but I do remember that we were told to search through the wood piled in the back garden on 5th November to make sure there wasn’t a hedgehog or two curled up in it.
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And the warning’s still being given out. I wonder how many people really do it.
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I hope they do.
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For the longest time, my son wanted a hedgehog, so we finally researched them. When he realized how high maintenance and low-cuddle factor they were, that idea went out the window very quickly, thank goodness. Hedgehogs are better as a concept than reality.
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Smart way to handle that.
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And I didn’t even know about the salmonella–I really dodged a bullet there!
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Yes. It could’ve been eight cases instead of seven.
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My mind is so scattered that I actually read half of this thinking “hogweed,” as in Giant Hogweed, which I know is very British also. Or at least I think it’s British because the band Genesis sang about it. So that makes it British in my ind. Anyway once you brought up people keeping them as pets, I got confused enough that I had to go back up to the top and start over (“Oh, hedgehog!”). Anyway, sorry for over sharing. Hedgehogs sound equally disgusting too.
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Hogweed is British, and no one keeps it as a pet. It has a reputation for giving you a terrible rash if you use a weedwhacker to cut it back–the sap fights back. Or something along those lines. To date, I haven’t made that mistake. I’m saved from it by my weedwhacker, which never works.
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Here we say Whippersnipper. Naturally it’s whippersnapper at our place. And ours doesn’t work either.
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And all around me, people call them strimmers. I can manage it if necessary, but weed whacker’s the default setting.
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So entertaining and informative! I didn’t know until I read your post that a group of hedgehogs are called an array! Thanks so much :) . #seniorsalon
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It was news to me as well. And probably still is to them.
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I love hedgehogs and included one in my Amanda in England book. I also have a hedgehog stuffy. My granddaughter had an albino hedgehog as a pet. His name was Herbert and she didn’t kiss him. They are a very British thing, aren’t they?
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Since I posted this, I’ve learned that they’re also very French–something I didn’t know because I never read French kids’ books. But yes, they are very British.
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It’s good to see you becoming ever more under the British influence since you’ve been here. The hedgehog would be our national animal, if there was any justice. Mind you, it isn’t advisable to get too close – they are known as carriers of fleas! I think that’s quite an apposite analogy for them: cute, but they make you itch 😉 #SeniorSalon
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Fleas? How unfair. I’m not sure why, but–well, I never did establish this as a place I had to make sensse, did I? I agree about the national animal, replacing the lion (not British) and the unicorn (not real).
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True! We used to think of ourselves as Lions: Richard the Lionheart, the British and Irish Lions rugby team to give just two examples. But in these days of vacuous Brexit promises (or lies, as I call them) I think the unicorn may just be about to reach peak relevance.
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Excellent point.Let’s start a new sports team. I don’t think we need to decide which sport. We’ll call it the Brexit Unicorns.
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Sounds good to me. It could be almost any British sport at present. They could just run around in circles, making loads of noise and scoring nothing but own goals.
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Finally, a sport where I could hold my own and wouldn’t have to memorize a bunch of silly rules.
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It’s perfect on so many levels 😉
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What an enlightening list of informations! In Italy hedgehog are very much respected and people think that they bring you luck if they leave (spontaneously) in your yard!
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I didn’t know that. Thanks for adding it to the conversation.
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Sure! They are such cute animal, it is fair to spread good words about them 😉
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I like hedgehogs. Thank you for sharing the thoughts and lore about them. I think where I live the revered animal is the mountain lion, although one does not necessarily want to find a mountain lion in their yard.
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Yeah, I could see where it’d be upsetting to find a mountain lion licking its paws in your back yard.
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We used to get lots in my parents’ garden. Now they are in decline. I think I’ve only seen a couple in the last few years. :(
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That seems to be the common experience.
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When I was 13 years old I had a cute little hedgehog, he bit everyone’s big toe at home 😂😂😂 except me! One day I was sitting on the bed, with bare feet on the floor, and I couldn’t handle that pain in my toe 😖 I thought he didn’t bit me because he knew I was his “mama” ( the one always taking good care of him)but turned out he had crush for toes lol 😂 it was so much fun having him at home as a pet, one day I came from school and mom told me he is not ok😢 I lost him without knowing the cause of his death 😢 it was the first and the last hedgehog I ever had💫
Thank you Ellen for sharing this lovely post, you woke up beautiful memories in my heart💕
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The animals we love as kids always do stay with us. Thanks for writing your memories of the him.
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Thank you so much for sharing your post this week at the #senisal Linkup.
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And thank you for running it.
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I grew up thinking hedgehogs wore long dresses and aprons… Despite a plentiful supply of slugs and piles of twigs, I have never seen a hedgehog in our current garden. Have you written about grey squirrels ( immigrants from USA ) and red squirrels ( persecuted natives ) yet?
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Only in passing. If I remember right (and it was a long time ago), it was part of a rant about the whole let’s-rip-out-everything-that-isn’t-native approach to nature–and society. I’m not at all sure it was funny. I do lose my sense of humor over a lot of this stuff.
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I’ve had two hedgehogs, one who was friendly and one who was not. The friendly one would lay on my arm. But I have no idea how one would kiss a hedgehog. Or why.
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The best I can do by way of addressing those almost-questions is to say that the world’s a very strange place and the humans who live on it even stranger. Hope that helps. You’re welcome.
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I enjoyed reading your account. I liked the bit about a group of hedgehogs, new one on me. (Shh I’m not saying, it’ll make them read it to find out rather than arbitrarily pressing like for self-promotional motives). It saddens me that I rarely spot hedgehogs on my allotment, I attribute it to slug pellets, but honestly don’t know for sure…best wishes from Yorkshire :) Eric Fisher Author of ‘Compost Teas for the Organic Grower’ (Permannet Publications) Eric’s Book Blog – https://ericfisher.blog
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I expect the absence of hedgehogs has multiple causes. Changes in farming patterns, slug pellets, cars, more cars, hedges being pulled out surreptitiously. And everything else we can think of. We had one around here for a while, but I haven’t seen it in ages.
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We have hedgehogs! There was much excitement when we first spotted one in our garden. Also, Absolute Radio breakfast show did a song on hedghogs to the Proclaimers. Best thing i’ve ever listened to. Link is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM3o9-bxQsM&list=PL-2qz8Iyaqm5E7lvk1r9RlC8ldOc3U9UW&index=8. It starts at 1.33.
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A neighbor has one also, and even though she knows she shares it with the houses right around her, she still considers it hers. They’re fascinating little creatures, aren’t they?
I’ll check out your link when I get a little silence around here. Thanks.
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