Hedgehog Ninjas

Yes, you read that right. Hedgehog ninjas. Masters of stealth and prickliness. Lurking on the edges of your consciousness. Stealing your cat food.

This week I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m being plagued by hedgehogs. Some are obvious, for example, the representation of a hedgehog which the Wee Man presented me with proudly after a session at preschool earlier this week.

And then later that day, Mr Tumble was to be seen introducing a friendly hedgehog to a bunch of his followers.

Later still, I passed a group of people discussing hedgehogs in the street.

And then at the next preschool session, the Wee Man made ‘hedgehog bread’. (It didn’t look like a hedgehog when I saw it, but that may be because he’d already started gnawing on it…)

All a coincidence? I think not.

Clearly, the hedgehog ninjas are in town. Being ninjas, of course you don’t see them. But somehow, you KNOW THEY ARE THERE.

 

Be warned hedgehogs. My Wee Man knows how to make you into bread. And then he’ll eat you.