So, we overslept a few minutes this morning. Bud and I both were awakened at the same instant.
Snooze alarm? No.
Phone call? Nope.
One of our children? Not at that hour.
What then? Stench. Stink. Bad odor. Really bad odor.
From this little visitor.
A "stunk." (That's what both our kiddos called them when they were little.) Apparently, very nearby.
This isn't the one who visited us. I've had skunk spray on me once before and I certainly wasn't going to risk that fiasco again. I hit the internet in search of a good skunk picture and found many from which to choose.
I found pictures of skunk cabbage, too. I'm thinking it doesn't smell like roses.
I also received some additional illegal drug education. Am I the only one who didn't know that "skunk" also refers to marijuana? Sheesh. So, if your kiddo needs to do a report on skunks, you might want to assist with their internet research.
Between the wild pigs and skunks, our neighborhood is going to pot. Yep... pun intended!
