Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.
Humph is sad because he wants to bone Ermintrude. He keeps leaving half his food and sulking in his gravel box. Breeder says it’s normal and he’s pining and should get over it soon. They can’t breed yet because she doesn’t weigh enough. So I’m feeding her up, which I feel all kinds of weird about.
Then again, the way she’s been chowing on his shit and licking it all over herself, at least they’re both definitely into it.
It’s just hard to be like ‘aww let’s give the hedgehogs a wedding’ when they’re eating and covering themselves in each other’s shit.
I bet this is proper romantic for them though.
If your entire world is smells then a shit must be like a novel, I guess.
And they both eat the same stuff so they’ve got a lot in common.
Poor old Humph, though, I feel bad for introducing them now it’s gone all star-cross’d hedgehogs..