In England, hedgehog population numbers are in precipitous decline. One (among many) key factors is the hedgetrimmer, aka the Weedwhacker. The adorable little hedgehog is snuffling along, doing her hedgehoggy thing as hedgehogs have done in English gardens for generations, and all of a sudden--thwackthwackthwackthwack! And the gardener moves on, oblivious, while beneath the bushes or thicket or brambles, the hedgehog lies dying, bleeding, her fur and flesh hanging off in strips.
I just spent 24 hours in the company of my almost-15-year-old son. My fur and flesh hang off in strips, my blood seeps out. He moves on, oblivious.
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