A few days ago (Wednesday, to be exact... I didn't post about this before because I was, well, basking in the glory of having finished the NaNoWriMo \o/), we found a hedgehog in our garden. According to my brother, who found it, it was eating our cats' food. Then it went into a dark corner while we all cooed over it. Hehe. It was absurdly cute - hedgehogs always tend to be - and was a bit larger than my closed fist.
This is not the first time we find hedgehogs in our garden - apparently hedgehog families like to stay here. Have I mentioned how much I love living here?