I have a hedgehog. This is proof that I now live in Europe. Because if I lived in Minneapolis, the only hedgehog I could have is one from a pet store. But I have one living in my garden.
This is what a hedgehog looks like. I'm adding this picture so that you will
know, as you probably live in America and have never seen one. But I, I live in EUROPE, so I see them every day now. They're like foxes and pheasants. Everywhere you look, there's one popping out of a shrub. Ho hum.
My hedgehog is quite useful. He eats grubs and insects and other pests. I think he's actually here to take care of my spider problem, which is fine by me. I have a snail invasion right now, too, and so I think he might be feasting on l'escargot for special occasions. I would leave a little dish of garlic butter out for him, but hedgehogs are lactose intolerant. And since they suffer from cancer and fatty liver disease, I wouldn't want to contribute by feeding him bad things.
Hedgehogs make lots of noise, so occasionally you'll hear grunting/growling outside, punctuated by a snort or two. This is much better than the tone-deaf parrot.
I think the hedgehog is lucky. I think that if I rub him I will get a wish. But those spikes might make it a little difficult.