No photos for this post, because the photographer wasn't in a daring mood. :)
For several months now we've been awakened during the night by skunk odor. It hasn't been every night, and some nights it's stronger than others. Sometimes it's just a faint awareness, sometimes it's so strong you can taste it. The odd thing is that there isn't a lingering smell as though the skunk sprayed something. It just comes and goes.
Dan has gotten up every time to go see if he could find this mysterious skunk. We've been pretty sure the cats know all about it. In fact, one night they were all piled up at the backdoor, howling desperately to get in. No sign of anything out there, however.
Last week something started digging in the garden. We figured it might be an opossum or a raccoon. Less likely a cat, because cats cover their business once they're done with the hole they make. Dan decided to set out the live animal trap.
The first night - nothing, except ants all over the bait. Dan relocated the trap for a second try. The next morning while I was milking Helen, he came up and said, "Got it."
"What was it?" I asked.
Whew. A skunk in a live animal trap. The "humane" solution is to go take the varmint somewhere else and drop it off (to become someone else's problem. I think this solution only makes the humans feel better, because I always imagine a terrified animal dropped off in the middle of unfamiliar territory, uncertain as to where food, shelter, and safety are. How humane is that?) However, who would risk loading up a skunk in a cage into their vehicle and handling the cage to let them loose? Well, what would you do???
Needless to say, the critter was disposed of as humanely as possible, i.e. shot. The only concern is, where there's one, there's likely more.