There's a skunk in the yard.It's very beautiful. Mostly white, all fluffy like a persian cat, with a sleek alert pointed face. And, no, it's not a cat. It's most definitely a skunk. This is the second time I've seen it. No fool, it shows up on the night the trash goes to the curb. I'm glad of the local wildlife and try to support and encourage it as much as possible. But life in the Bronx is not a Disney movie, especially for small cute fluffy mammals with good hearing, poor eyesight, and a bad reputation. What to do? What to do? (Although . . . the issue may have just resolved itself. My cat, Halloween, came in with me after I took the trash out and he smells faintly -- if you can imagine "faintly" -- of skunk.) Helloooo, parks department.
[image from I-love-Disney.com]
Posts
3 comments:
Lately, there has been a bear hanging out across the street from me(smack in the centre of suburbia)yet, I admit I'd be more concerned if was a skunk. That smell is deadly. Is Halloween having a tomato juice bath?
No juice, it really wasn't that bad. I think he may have brushed against something the skunk brushed against -- or maybe brushed against the skunk itself. (It's very beautiful and I understand the temptation.)
I did brush him rather vigorously with some powder so now he smells not at all of skunk but faintly of vanilla and jasmine.
Post a Comment