Saturday Swedish hedgehog blogging

The cutest little things. Apparently the island Jane Hamsher and I are on is known for its abundance of hedgehogs. I finally got to see one the other night, walking home from a reception or something around midnight, and there it was, scurrying along the street, around the size of a fat squirrel. (You can get a sense of how small the things are by the photo below.) The little guy actually stopped, looked at me, and then even walked a bit towards me - they're not particularly scared by humans. My new Swedish friend Bjorn immediately walked up and started petting the thing. I declined, after hearing the story the other night of the Swedish friend of Bjorn's who decided to pet the local "tame" fox, and got bit. Anyway, Bjorn let the little guy go and he quickly scurried around the corner (the hedgehog, not Bjorn). I've now seen a few of these little guys, usually late at night, and they really are quite adorable.