I was out walking the dog with my wife when we came across a hedgehog nest that had been disturbed. The more little mites were scattered over the pavement and very cold. At the behest of my wife I stuffed the little hoggies down my jumper (Ouch) and ran the 700m home. Out came a box, warm water bottle and an old jumper. Before passing them on to the local Hedgehog rescue centre I snapped one of the little blighters (with a Fujifilm F10, flash off, natural light) in the palm of my hand. Their little prickles are quite sharp at even that age. All survived.