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That's the best sentence I've read today. Maybe all week.

damn she's a dedicated animal lover - those things are prickly on your hands let alone your chest - what was she thinking?? and that she told you all about it makes me respect her even more! unless of course you read about it in the paper - headline - BUSTED! WOMAN SMUGGLES PRICKLEY RODENT IN BRA...

ouch.

and who has that kind of spare room in their bra?

Awesome, Natalie asked exactly the same question I wanted to. How old is your advisor?

Just thinking about it makes me squirm, so I try to stop thinking about it, but I can't stop thinking about it, because it's so perfectly and completely random in every way. Ok, typing that sentence helped. :) Whew.

i asked her to clarify today during my thesis meeting. so you know, she is amply bosomed. i had seen her pull cigarettes from that region, so i had no trouble believing the hedgehog story. she felt it squirming, so she took a peek down there, not realizing a flight attendant was in the aisle watching. the flight attendant asked what was down there. "um, hedgehog?" she replied, later wishing, as she said today, she had simply said "boob." i think she's in her early 40's. she collects elvis memorabilia and snow globes.

But what happened to the hedgehog?

poor hedge hog...i enjoyed your blog talk, jeremy.

that's a hilarious and uncomfortable image. i remember a story about a woman in india who tried to smuggle out 72 baby cobras in her bra. the squirming. gets you every time.

So if she had succeeded would she introduce the new pet to friends as the the animal who arrived 'in my bra'?

thanks, nathan. and tabby, i was so delighted by the bust, i forgot to ask about the hedgehog's whereabouts. i'll get on that.

Jeremy was that pun intentional?

heidi: damn, i wish i could say yes.

I'm told the hedgehog is staying with a friend.

I'm distantly related to your thesis advisor, which is how I found out.