So over the past few days we've have had this awful aroma coming from under the north end of the house. My husband thought it was likely a possum which had taken up residence--and we did find a place where an animal had been coming and going.
So, Monday night, my darling put out a live trap.
I was enjoying tea and fabulous treats with my friend TJ, when I received a phone call from my husband.
Says he, "What the aych, eey, double toothpick am I gonna do?!"
Shocked I replied, "WHAT?!"
Said he a bit sheepishly, "Honey, I've done caught a skunk."
I laughed and laughed...then I wondered what we were going to do. Even with suggested remedies, skunk aroma does NOT wear off for quite some time.
A sweet little fellow he was--with an uncommonly good taste in music. Since he was out there--looking so very lonely and miserable, I decided to make friends. He let me come within three feet or so--I was singing and talking to him when I took this picture. He seemed quite charmed by my voice.
Eventually we had to hire someone to come and take him away. My goodness--the aroma is STILL clinging to the vegetation outside. The pest control folks took a video of him running happily into skunk paradise in the nearby Baskett Slough wildlife reserve. When they send it to us via email, I'll be sure to post it here.
I don't know if you can make it out--but his nose is shaped like a little heart. (grin)
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