We’ve got skunks. Yes, the smelly kind. Unlike the uninvited, unwanted relatives that show up unexpectedly over Memorial Day Weekend, we invited the skunks. Before you recommend me to a psychological institution, you have to understand the heart strings a 10-year-old girl can pull.
While cleaning out a shed I had a close and smelly encounter with an adult skunk. Since I wasn’t about to let the skunk homestead on my property, I ended the problem with a 20 gauge. Game over. While digging the skunk out from under a pile of wood I discovered a nest with newborn skunks. My daughter was helping and presto, we’re the adopted family for two infant skunks.
I have to admit. They’re cute and surprisingly easy to take care of. We’ve been ultracareful to limit our interaction with them due to disease and thanks to the president’s advice, we’ve been washing our hands more than a germophobic surgeon.
The plan is to get the duo up to speed and release them in a remote, “undisclosed location.” At the rate they’re growing it shouldn’t be long.
For now the biggest issue is caring for them when we travel. They recently spent a weekend at a plush motel while I was on the road and they’re scheduled to attend a wedding in the near future. Who knew skunks liked to travel and party? I think there’s a “you might be a redneck if.” joke in here somewhere.
The second issue is naming them. So far here are the choices: Chip and Dale, Cheech and Chong, Mickey and Minnie, Hansel and Gretel, Tuffy and Fluffy, PePe and LePu, Hall and Oats, Lenny and Squiggy, and Stinky and Winky.
Have a great weekend and if you pass a car with two skunks peering from the back window in your travels, you might not be hallucinating.
Mark Kayser
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