OK, I'm home alone. No one pulls up the driveway. There is someone on the porch. I open the door, and guess who is heading for a hiding place behind the snowblower.
I rattled the tarp and made him/her scoot. Trust me, I have no interest in too close an encounter with this beastie. I think they are incredibly cute, but pulling quills out of my feet or hands with pliers does not interest me.
Yes, it was a porcupine, right on the porch. They gnaw wood, even treated wood, like crazy. I'm not too thrilled to have this friend so close. And a dropped quill might end up in my foot, by accident.
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