Okay, it wasn't exactly an attack . . . . On Friday afternoons the mopping crew mops, I finish up my grading, and my husband changes the wood shavings in the hedgehog’s bin. This day he set the hedgehog in his upside-down house on my desk for safe keeping. I wanted to be a good babysitter, so I had to make sure he didn’t try to climb out of his house and accidentally fall off my desk. He kept peeking his little nose up and sniffing--hedgehogs sniff a lot. Their sense of smell is very keen. I didn’t get paid for this babysitting job, but I sure enjoyed it.
