We just returned from working on the new house. Again. With yet another project where we didn’t quite know what we were doing and didn’t quite have all the right equipment. So by the end of the evening we were both hot, sweaty, tired, and more than a little snippy. Will wanted to check to make sure our internet connection had been activated before we took off so I wandered around the house trying to generate a bit of breeze. I happened to glance out the back window and discovered we had a visitor.
No, it wasn’t the dogs from next door, nor was it any sort of adorable baby animal like the ones that seem to grace bugsandbrooms. Actually, it was pretty cute but somehow skunks never quite fall into the cuddly category. We were going to take a picture but were afraid that the flash might set off a spray reaction. So we just watched him (her?) waddle around and drink out of the plant saucer that had collected rainwater.
I think skunks are a pretty perfect example of my feelings about wildlife in general. They’re very cute and very interesting but I’m nervous about having them too close to my personal space, for fear they might infringe on my comfort zone. I feel a bit ashamed to admit it but it’s the truth. Should we be protecting bears and bobcats? Absolutely! Do I want one living in my backyard? Uh, no, not really. Yet another dilemma in the life of an environmentalist. Still, I’m pretty psyched to have a skunk in my backyard and if the day comes that I get a stinky spray of nastiness for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, at least it will make an excellent story.