I have a funny story for you. Weeks ago, during a dry sunny spell, I hiked to the top of the hill and took this picture. (And voila! With a few photo-shop tricks it's been instantly rendered as an impressionistic landscape. So simple and fun. Love that program.) Since that extraordinary spring day though, we've had a lot more rain and cold weather. The kind of rain that drives critters from their burrows and brambly hidy-holes to seek refuge elsewhere, acting on their natural need for survival. I understand that.
I just wish it didn't have to be underneath my house, and that it didn't have to be a skunk. But that's exactly what we woke up to last week: that indescribable stench that fills your nostrils and makes you want to faint. It didn't help to open the windows either, because the stink bomb had engulfed us. We were laughing and crying at the same time. One of those, it's funny--but NOT funny moments. Presenting us with a conundrum.
So how does one delicately drive-out a skunk?
Perhaps it was the lively high-stepping (in heavy boots) and lovely loud singing (off-key), and clanging pots and pans for emphasis, I can't be sure. But it got the message; this space is occupied...or maybe it just couldn't get to sleep---being nocturnal---and went quietly, without further incident, for a more peaceful snooze elsewhere. Far away from the crazy humans.
Sometimes it's just that simple. Thank goodness some things are.
