As I walked out of our garage for the paper this morning, I nearly collided with a skunk (not the one pictured but one just like it). It was emerging from a hedge that grows along the front of our house. Its fur was fluffed out for protection against the bitter morning. It was as surprised to see me as I was to see it.
We stopped. From a distance of three feet, we each made a quick assessment. The skunk didn’t seem agitated so I continued the way I was headed, walking slowly toward the paper. The animal was gone when I retraced my steps a minute or two later. The garage door was up, the lights were on, and it was warmer in there. Could the skunk have gone inside? Seeing and smelling no sign of a visitor, I closed the garage door and made my way back into the kitchen. Just another encounter with a citizen of Goose Lake. Another memory.
Awesome! Check under the covers when you climb into bed tonight to make sure you don’t have a little furry friend nestled in there!
I was happy to see a herd of pronghorns early this morning!
Good morning, dear Su. I like your pronghorns better than my skunk. Not that I’d want a pronghorn in my bed either…
Hmmmm, you might have a garage pet
Rats. Where do I go to buy a skunk bed, leash, and collar?
haa, I bet Amazon has that.
Three feet! Wow, David! That definitely was a too-close-for-comfort encounter. You sure were cool calm and collected. That must have impressed your odor-able neighbor.
It may have helped, Cory. I did my best not to look threatening but at any second I expected my back to get sprayed.