Deadgehog

For the past few days there has been a dead hedgehog on my way to work. Not a cute little "awww, ain't it sweet" dead hedgehog, but a "urggh, its entrails are spilling onto the pavement" kind of dead hedgehog. Suffice to say it wasn't pleasant to look at and I've been having to actively not look at it to avoid feeling sick.

It's gone now. I don't know where to, but I'm glad and I hope it's in Happy Hedgehog Heaven now.

I also hope that the reason it's gone isn't because the place where it lay was actually part of an old Indian burial ground and that it's now come back to life and is wandering around York terrorising queasy people. I know this happens albeit mainly in badly spelt American films rather than a popular English town.