Yesterday afternoon was Mutti Sonntag. Sparky and I went to see our Mutti yesterday afternoon. Now, Mutti and I have had our issues, but for the last year or so, we’ve become fast friends. Sundays used to torture me, but now I just enjoy the coffee, cake and subsequent meal. She always makes something delish that I just can’t stop eating.
We walk to the cemetery towards the end of our visit to say hello to Mutti’s parent and Sparky’s dad. This was a weird thing for me. I think I’ve been to my mom’s grave once outside of her funeral. I feel like I think about her ever single day, I certainly don’t need to stand above the ground she’s buried in. It was a horrible day, a horrible event and a horrible, horrible, horrible “feeling” memory. I don’t want to remember that, I don’t want to revisit.
Mutti visits almost everyday. She changes the plants with the seasons. She talks to her late husband daily and gets comfort from the space. It makes her feel good when Sparky and I pop around to say hi. So we did.
It could have been just a normal day, just a normal walk, but I discovered something right out of the door.
Hedgehog poop. Who knew Hedgehogs pooped?
Yes, yes, every animal has to poop, but I figured it’d be more like rat poop or bunny poop. Small pellets found in small spaces kinda poop. But no, it is in fact a big poop resembling a mix between cat poop and fish poop. At first you might blame it on the neighbors cat not remembering that cats like to dig and bury. Then it might be some errant ankle-biting dog. The pile is small so it rules out that pesky German Shepard, but the poop itself is tubular, like a fish, not pinched off like a puppy.
It flabbergasted me, I just had never thought of hedgehogs as the squat and leave it type of animal and here was a big (for a hedgehog) pile of poop. Amazing.
I’m a girl form Cali.forn.ya. We don’t have hedgehogs. The first time I saw one roll across the street I thought that was how they moved. It was charming. Then I found out they only roll when scared. I related. Then I saw a mama and some babies walking down the side of one of the fields. At 33 years old, to get excited by new animals that are as common as squirrels is just ridiculous I know, but man, I gotta love the hedgehog.
So, I hereby christen October 9th “The Day of The Hedgehog”.
Oh and October 7th was the anniversary of Sparky and my first date. He was weird, but hot. I had plans to use him like a Kleenex. He had other plans. We’ll never figure out just who caught whom, but at this point it so doesn’t matter. I’m committed to Sparkle Motion.