The fox has many tricks, and hedgehog only one, but that is the best of all. ~Archilochus
On the other side of Bountiful, there’s a hedgehog in my shower. That’s the back side of a blessing. It falls under Bountiful, because I thought it was a rat, or at least a very big mouse.
Henry doesn’t take much to toys, but my sister gave him a hedgehog, which he loves.
Heidi was playing fetch with him with when she gave the unassuming little hedgehog a mighty fling into Henry’s water bowl. He was hanging out in the shower to drip dry.
BUT, after having a very lively furry face to face just a couple of nights ago in the restroom, and the fact that I was using only the green glow from my cell phone for light, he gave me a start. All eyes can look beady at 3 a.m. in the soft green phone glow.
Particularly in light of other recent events. It was around 11 when Josh, the night pusher, came pounding on the door to tell me they’d called 911.
The transformer, which is at most 50 yards away, had begun a mini fireworks display, shooting sparks into the still moonless night sky. As many of you pointed out during the deliberation process, there are some obstacles to a quick get away in a 5th wheel. Whatever comes to mind, magnify that by the darkness and the fact the giant green septic wagon is parked directly in front of us.
Taking the RV and making a run for it was out of the question. The temperatures are cooler, but we’ve still had almost no rain, so the fire threat seemed very real.
The only question was whether or not to wake up Heidi and get ready to hit the highway.
In my typical aggressive style, I stood at the door and watched until the sheriff came, and maybe 30 minutes later, the electric company. They didn’t seem to be having much luck. After an hour and a half, I had finally decided we were too close for comfort and was just stepping away to wake her up when I heard a loud pop! and out went the transformer light and the sparks stopped! On the other side of Bountiful, there was no fire!
I wouldn’t have hesitated to get her up except we’d had company the night before and she was up late and was pretty tired. You gate guards know how it can be when you get off schedule.
It started when the bells rang and no one was there. I stepped outside and out of the dark came a guy with a BIG backpack, yes big enough for big guns, who said his ride was on the other side of the gate and the company had sent him home for the night since they weren’t ready to run the casings. Hmm… He was heavy enough to ring the bells and that’s saying something!
There was another commotion at the door an hour later. No bells at all this time. The visitor arrived unannounced and refused to leave.
I’m still not certain how he got stuck there since it was pretty cold and both doors had been shut all day. Clearly he did not heed the WARNING sign on his way up. He made a Trip to Bountiful as we opened the door and he dropped to the ground, living to re-enter another day. And all the mice in the neighborhood continue laughing!