For the second time in less than a month, I need to talk about skunks. But this time, it’s not the dead one in the middle of the road. It’s the live ones under the house. And from the sounds of them, it seems like they’re really going to town, setting up shop. It sounds like they’re trying to eat their way into the heating ducts, from what I can gather.

They must be smart animals. They’ve already figured out how to use the cat door, and that the two “guard cats” really aren’t that good at guarding anything. They’ve figured out where we store the dry cat food, and where our recycle bin closet is. They’re probably plotting right now how to open one of the refrigerators and help themselves to my beer. After all, it’s on the bottom shelf, right at ground level.