Nightcrawlers specifically, but the hedgehog had a gluten issue. Hence the pivot to prose leading to the sweet-toothed raccoon a few steps on. Typical circle of life stuff.

Oddly enough my original choice was between purchasing a Southern Reach novel or buying a hedgehog a canoli. The universe works in mysterious ways.

Are you telling me you blew through the last 17.44 I sent you already? What did you spend it on, a quarter tank of gas or something?

For my money smart phones are a bigger narrative obstacle. A lot of possibilities are cut off when your characters can talk to someone whenever they like and can never get lost.

After having pulled the ripcord on all my social media accounts three years ago (there's a zombie Instagram out there waiting to*maybe* be resurrected) I'm dipping my toe into Bluesky after being assured that this is the least toxic of the current crop. Would anyone else agree with that assessment?