A hedgehog story. An odd tap, tap, tapping. A rapid tap, tap, tapping. Sufficiently strange to draw me outside at four in the morning. Make sense of it? Armed cats? Early morning panel beating? No, the sound is coming from deep shadow not far off along the road. Movement? Crickets and katydids, the distant swish of cars on SH1. Closer, I see a hedgehog marching purposefully backwards and forwards its face stuck tragic-comically in a transparent KFC Krushers cup. The tapping as he bangs the cup on the asphalt. I try to remove the container but he sees me coming. I am successful the second time. More an observation than ‘story’ otherwise it will never see the light of day!