My clothesline reverie (see "Hanging out the laundry" post) was disrupted a couple of weeks ago when I stepped out onto the deck, full laundry basket in hand, to witness these guys.
Seven -- count them -- seven interlopers were lolling in my backyard, enjoying the sunshine and checking out the sights. Or so I thought.
A few days later, I was showing my garden to some friends who had stopped over for a surprise birthday party. I was speechless to behold two big holes in the ground right where my butternut squash had been.
I haven't seen the skunks since, though there have been reported sightings of them around the neighborhood. The skunk posse charges $65 to trap the first one then $50 for each skunk after that.
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