(Also on Sb)
Glen Davidson says
25 October 2011 at 1:51 am
Petting the rodent gives a different meaning to “quill in hand.”
Leave it to the Mythbusters, if they dare.
25 October 2011 at 1:57 am
While grouse hunting the past few days I’ve met the same porcupine three times. Browner & shorter legged than the one pictured above. Most interesting critters.
25 October 2011 at 1:58 am
These critters are going to be endangered if every MRA, creotard, and GOP candidate gets one and shoves it where the sun don’t shine.
25 October 2011 at 2:05 am
Trying to give them up? Have a hedgehog instead – they’re milder.
25 October 2011 at 2:10 am
No, no. We use only porcupines that died natural deaths after a long and fruitful life. That’s why they are decaying.
25 October 2011 at 2:15 am
I’ll wager a road-kill armadillo would serve if porcupines can’t be found.
Monado, FCD says
25 October 2011 at 2:41 am
I’ve only seen dead ones on the road. You’re lucky to be seeing a live one.
25 October 2011 at 3:02 am
The ugly little bastard is having a serious bad hair day.
chigau (meh) says
25 October 2011 at 3:09 am
J Bowen says
25 October 2011 at 3:14 am
You do it to yourself…
25 October 2011 at 3:20 am
…and that’s why it really hurts.
25 October 2011 at 3:23 am
So, soon a photo of a rusty knife?
25 October 2011 at 3:26 am
Isn’t it adorable? Don’t you just want to hug it? I do.
25 October 2011 at 3:32 am
Don’t you just want to hug it?
No, the hominoid brain evolved for situations such as these.
I would like to hug a baby, though.
The Ys says
25 October 2011 at 4:01 am
It’s cute and bears a striking resemblance to Londo Mollari.
25 October 2011 at 4:11 am
Here’s an Alaska one:
25 October 2011 at 4:36 am
WTF? It’s Monday already?
25 October 2011 at 4:54 am
Well, it’s already sideways, but a bit too alive for suppositorial use.
25 October 2011 at 7:22 am
Samantha Vimes, Chalkboard Monitor says
25 October 2011 at 8:10 am
Sadly, yes, I do want to hug it. But I know better.
I also want to feed the neighborhood racoons and hug them. Also not a good idea.
Impulse control. It’s a good thing.
25 October 2011 at 12:13 pm
I knew some porcupines once, subjects of a digestion study. They are skilled escape artists. And they stink.
25 October 2011 at 12:56 pm
Somewhere, there is a very disappointed dog.
25 October 2011 at 2:02 pm
Perhaps not. Some dogs learn from a single porcupine encounter, others never seem to get the idea.
Like skunks, porcupines can make good pets – IF you know what you’re doing. I’ll just take it as read . . . .
25 October 2011 at 3:21 pm
A snoot full of porcupine quills: Once, while light trapping for moths out in the middle of nowhere (North Dakota Sandhills) a significantly drunk hunter drove up with his afflicted dog. He asked for a pliers to remove the quills and gave us each a beer (miller beer). He was a happy drunk, which is why I can relate the story.
25 October 2011 at 3:25 pm
They are quite cute, they have a gait I can only describe as “toddling.”
25 October 2011 at 4:27 pm
Take two. They’re small.
'Tis Himself, OM says
25 October 2011 at 7:41 pm
Here. Have one.
That one’s no good. It hasn’t even started to decay.
25 October 2011 at 9:07 pm
Squee! Do I win my very own Centauri porcupine? *hopeful look*