Eh.
I was sleeping next to the train tracks on the far side in the station in Liestal, and suddenly I heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet (you know). It was a hedgehog, moving considerably quicker than I previously thought they did, towards me. When I moved, it hissed at me like a dinosaur and then rolled up into a funny ball when I moved closer. Luckily a large plant tree leaf thing was sprouting large kitchen leaves next to me, and through a process of trial and error I ascertained that three leaves on either hand was enough to stop the little fucker piercing your skin with his bristles like. However, all attempts to gently unwrap said hedgehog sadly failed. I copped a look at his nose and huddled paws mind. Weird. Really, fucking, weird.