|'Tango Dancers' acrylic assemblage|
(A Skunk or Nice Guy?)
©robin r kent
I became familiar with skunks in February while living on Cape Cod. Many older homes don't have foundations and space between the sandy ground and floorboards to my bedroom made perfect skunk rendezvous habitat. It was squeal, spray, repeat. Nothing can describe the scent when experienced that closely. Not even a wet facecloth 'mask' helped teary eyes.
But through 'Skunk Movers R Us' (very un-PC, I know now) we learned they were just little nice guys that didn't see well. And you don't want to surprise them, trust me.
We became so proficient at relocation that we stopped using the old blanket to cover their 'have a heart' cage while in transit.
I'm still fond of Februarys even as their scent drifts by me now. Ahh, young love.