There appears to be a dead hedgehog in the middle of the back garden. Not sure what to do about that.
Picking it up on a shovel and slinging it in the bin seems a bit callous, but burying it seems a bit 5-year-old-with-a-dead-bunny. (And hard work.) Also, I'm not sure WHY it's dead, so the paranoid bit of me is thinking that it could have all kinds of diseases, and that by going within five feet of it I'll instantly catch deadhedgehogitis.
(Also, there's a tiny part of me that says get hold of some quicklime and make a perfect little skeletal hedgehog.)
(Kris said no.)
Picking it up on a shovel and slinging it in the bin seems a bit callous, but burying it seems a bit 5-year-old-with-a-dead-bunny. (And hard work.) Also, I'm not sure WHY it's dead, so the paranoid bit of me is thinking that it could have all kinds of diseases, and that by going within five feet of it I'll instantly catch deadhedgehogitis.
(Also, there's a tiny part of me that says get hold of some quicklime and make a perfect little skeletal hedgehog.)
(Kris said no.)
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Please turn it into a poem and then submit it to competitions and then become famous.
Thanks,
Sam