Booth
heard weird growling and hissing noise from his left. Jerking his head
around he almost yelled in surprise when he saw what Goodman was
holding.
“What the hell is that?” He asked, his voice an octave higher than normal.
Goodman
chuckled and reached into his pocket. Breaking off a piece of snack
bread from his rations he held it out to the growling animal in his
hands.
“It's
a long eared hedgehog. He started visiting us while we were waiting.
So, I started feeding it whenever he came over. He decided to come home
with us,” Goodman said, with a grin.
“Those
things are rats, they could carry the bubonic plague,” Booth said,
grimacing. Goodman burst into laughter and shook his head.
“They're
just as likely to carry an infectious disease as any other wild animal.
Not all of them carry diseases, Sarge. As long as I wash my hands it
shouldn't be a problem and they're not rats,” he said, letting the
animal roll up in his palm.
“Yeah, well he's sleeping with you,” Perkins said, glaring at the little animal.