NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES!

[wigglewhiz]

I fear I may have a horrible tragedy on my hands.

A horrible, heatbreaking, unnoticed little suburban tragedy.

I think Hoggle (our hedgehog) may be no more.

T_T

Yesterday morning I was driving to work. I got out of the driveway, turned the corner that our house sits on, drove probaby about a hundred yards down the road - and there was a poor dead little hedgehog lying on the road.

I don't deal well with dead things on the road. Or the stupid little birdies who seem to like playing kamikaze with the cars in the street and flit towards the windscreen and freak me the fucking hell out. Seeing that poor little hedgehog body on the road had me gasping for breath and trying not to burst out sobbing for pretty much the rest of the journey to work.

I KNOW. I KNOW. It is a HEDGEHOG. Nature red in tooth and claw and rubber tyre and all that, I know. And they are Bad For Noo Zillund Native Wildlife, I KNOW. Posting all DRAMAZ AND WOE about it is a bit like posting on Bhuz, all PRAYERS FOR MY HEDGEHOG PLZ and I sound like a basket case, Crazy Hedgehog Lady. But he's *my* hedgehog and I am very fond of watching him snuffle around in the garden, waddling his fat little butt around in the dark where he thinks no-one can see him.

Last night and tonight I put out some noms on the hope of seeing him, and reassuring myself that the poor ex-hedgehog was not my Hoggle.

He has not appeared, although Himself was quite sure that some of the leftover French toast we put out last night had been nibbled this morning. There's BACON out there right now, and he has still not appeared.

I fear the worst, and I think my heart has broken a little.