Pepe?
I saw a skunk. Near my window! Now understand what I mean by near my window - when it saw us coming, it stopped touching my window with its nose and waddled away. I walked around the side of my house with Beth and noticed some movement and realised that the small black shape moving towards the truck in the driveway had two white stripes on his back. And he was hopping and speaking French.
The worst part was, I got to the car, sighed and headed back because I had left my keys inside. I have never felt so paranoid walking down my driveway before. I whistled softly so as to warn him that I was coming without scaring him. And then, once I had my keys, I had to walk down the driveway again. I'm pulling my sweater tighter around me, like it's going to protect me from the spray of a skunk.
I hope the skunk decides to move on.
posted by Pants since 1986 @ 10:27 p.m.
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So, has the paranoia left you yet, or are you still quaking in your boots every time you walk up your driveway?
I love it! (Now watch me go home and find a skunk at my place.)
Ah, when I was in high school my friend Dale and I were walking down a poorly lit street at night. We thought we saw a chicken, so, being young and easily amused, we decided to chase it. Turns out . . . it was a skunk.
We were fortunate enough to notice before we got within spray range.
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