Before I begin this morning's blog, I must ask the following rhetorical question: Why is it that when sitting in a large house, a fly must single out my coffee cup to land on? How fast do they leave eggs? Should I disinfect my cup? Will I get fly larva in my intestines? There are plenty of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, dammit! Go there!! NO. That would be too convenient. There are open doors and other human beings asleep with their mouths wide open. Go visit them. Good grief! Leave me alone!! Stop hovering over my keyboard for Pete's sake! Deep Breath. Find my Zen (deep, relaxing pool of crystal clear, sparkling, blue water). Ok. I'm better now.
|Pepé Le Pew|
|Flower on Bambi|
When I came home from school the next day the entire house was wide open - windows, doors, etc. It appeared that my older brother found this critter (not known to reside in the area) and brought it through the house by it's tail. To this day, I still don't know if he did it on purpose or because he was being a complete idiot but at the time I figured it was better not to ask. I desperately wanted to say, "I told you so" to my parents but again, I refrained figuring it was wiser just to bask in my know-it-allness.
My second run-in with skunks was when I lived in Colorado Springs, Colorado. My ex-husband and I lived in an old house converted into apartments and ours was on the lower floor. Every morning we'd wake up to the overwhelming scent of skunk. One warm summer evening, right outside my open bedroom window, I heard the scampering of several little feet. There was the Mama skunk and her babies coming home from a night of foraging for food. It appeared that their nest was below our dining room floor. We probably could have called someone to remove them. It certainly would have made our apartment smell better, but I couldn't do it. They were so sweet. What could I do, I'm an animal lover? They were hurting no one and they were there long before we were.
So here I am to today's skunk story. My dogs, Tank and Tulip, have a "Toy-Toy" which they adore. Guess what it is? Yup. A little skunk tail. They chase it, play tug-o-war over it, and battle as to who is going to sleep with it under their ear. On Monday morning I took them out to do their "business" and what did they see in our garden? Yup. A little skunk tail; however, a real one this time.
It's going to be a very long, stinky season.