h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Wasn't this thread about a hedgehog at some point? I am boringly careful - or perhaps just lucky - and can't remember ever having had anything exciting like a chip pan fire happening. Our telly has occasinallly been hit by lightning, but as we had lightning-proof plugs in the sockets, nothing really got damaged.

It was about a hedgehog, TC, but he went away and hasn't returned, so we've been nattering.

Here's a tip: don't put Sharwoods Ready to Eat poppadoms in the toaster. Or at least, if you do, keep the fire blanket handy.

Zube

Hi, Zube,

I'll give the poppadoms to my badgers then

Websailor

Poppadoms microwave beautifully. But don't bother with the Sharwoods rip-offs. Rundon'twalk to your friendly neighbourhood Asian food store and buy the flat-pack ones in 'interesting' subcontinental packaging.

On guilty householders...it occured to me last night that it might be a useful strategy in the longer run. If we all feel guilty enough, we might all rise up and start to hold industries to account.

I've not tried microwaving a hedgehog, though. Yet.

I've heard that the best way to cook a hedgehog is to cover it in clay and then bake it. Supposedly all the spines stick in the clay, leaving you with the good bit.

...although the good bit really *is* only a bit. I'm told.

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A Put it in a microwave until its Bill Withers.

That was painful.

TRiG.

So there I was, standing at the back door, and a flash of movement caught my eye. The grass is fairly long now, it hasn't been cut since the start of September. I thought it was a rat at first, and then I heard the Shnuffeling.

Can I give a word of warning!

Do not coat the Hedgehog in Clay!!!

I tried this in 1976, on a Duke of Edinburgh's Silver course across the South Downs.

I thought I was being clever, and caught two hedgehogs that I promptly covered in clay.

Unfortunatley, they grew legs and walked out of the fire, only for me to reinsert them.

Eventually they ceased to try to remove themselves and we sat down to supper only to find that their innards had contaminated their flesh.

It was then explained that the poor creature needed to be dead first. I've never cooked a hedgehog since.

There's a film in that story, MMF! Naw, I was amazed to see the wee thing sniffing my shoes. Well, I heard it more than I saw it!