So this afternoon I bundled him up and buckled him into the passenger seat of the car. I was briefly tempted to introduce him to snow but they do have a tendency to die from cold so I reconsidered and turned up the cars heater just in case.
Recently the battery on my car died causing some fairly odd and slightly haunted behavior. The stereo began demanding a five digit code which I do not have and so the car is oddly and frighteningly quiet; this allows for the persistent sound of crunching snow and frictionless tires sliding futily around the street a real solid chance to drive one mad.
Finally we arrived at the Calgary avian and exotic pet clinic and began watching what can only be described as the best one hedgehog version of Godzilla I have ever seen.
Having had his nails trimmed and teeth inspected and so on I was informed that he is completely healthy other than being a fat spike covered rodent with a surly disposition and a tendency to gloss over critical elements in films simply because he doesn’t care for Matthew Broderick.
When they began listening to his heartbeat with a rather cold stethoscope he jerked back somewhat and looked at me with such confusion and blame, proving once and for all that the WHY!? face transcends species.
And as he stared up plaintively wondering why I had handed him over to such abuse I remembered the quill he jammed under my fingernail the other day and smiled.