This morning I found myself, along with three other passersby, disentangling a hedgehog from a cricket net near my house. The thought, “Only in England . . .” did occur to me. With some scissors and a garden-gloved lady’s gentle scolds (“Now, little man, uncurl a bit. That’s it. Show us your little hand here . . .”), we got him sorted and carried to a hedge well away from the net. I wish Katherine and Nathaniel had been there to see it! I will never read Beatrix Potter’s “The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle” in quite the same light.
In other news, it appears that I got off easy with the two black eyes I received from our kids when they were small. In this New York Times article, parents report fractures, concussions, and corneal abrasions from their beloved children. I have to hope that it’s no accident that my injuries took place when the kids were very small and I was seriously sleep-deprived. Maybe we’re done?
Erin
Awwwwww…. they’re such small animals, how did you realize he was stuck in a net??
And yes, that is definitely an “Only in England” story!
He was all curled up in it and had it twined around his feet and over his back pretty tightly. Funny little things: when I rolled him over to take a look he peered back at me, beady-eyed, doing his best to impersonate a ball. I thought he was a dirt clod at first, but two guys were standing over him, so I got curious 🙂