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If you've followed for more than a few posts, you know that the Zoo in the GunDiva/RockCrawlinChef household includes the Ashinator's pet hedgehog, Dashurie. Dash really is a cuddlebug and a most excellent pet.
About a month or so ago, I was cuddling with Dashurie. She'd snuggled in between the girls and was half-asleep. We were just hanging out in the Ashinator's room; me and my grand-hedgehog (that better be the only grandanything in my life for a long time).
It was cold out, which always makes my nose run, despite the fact that she keeps her bedroom at approximately 100 degrees. I should mention that Dash is easily startled. I guess that's a trait of hedgehogs. If something startles them, they curl up into a ball and the quills stand up. It's actually kind of cute.
This isn't Dash, I've not managed to get a picture of her balled up. This hedgie is courtesy of Blogger images.
I felt my nose running and sniffed. Which startled Dash. And caused her to ball up. Right between the girls. It felt a lot like having a million of these...
...sand burrs between the girls. Now, keep in mind, it was still cold out, so I had multiple layers on (despite the heat in Ash's room), but those multiple layers did not stop those sharp little quills. I was actually thankful that the girls are mine and not fake. 'Cause the fake ones would have leaked out of all of the millions of puncture wounds courtesy of Dashurie.
It took all of my self control not to drop her. God knows what kind of damage would have been done by the weight of a dangling hedgehog. Once I managed to disentangle myself from her, I put her back in her cage.
Cuddle time was O-V-E-R.
Two nights later, as I was getting into bed, my chest was itchy. So I scratched it. And managed to scratch off a whole bunch of little bitty scabs from all of the puncture wounds.
Really, if making love in hay is anywhere near as painful as cuddling with a scared hedgehog, I'll take a pass!
(Mini Rant: Where do those romance writers come up with that anyway? Have they ever handled hay?)