Last night just after dark, I decided to go outside for awhile, knowing that these nice warm evenings won’t be around much longer. So I opened the door and was halfway out before I saw him, not more than 2 feet away, directly in front of me, the light from the doorway shining on his up-turned face.
Looking down at him, I said in the calmest, softest voice I could manage considering the circumstances, “Well hello Mr. Skunk. How are you this evening?” He stood there, tail at half mast, looking up at me and at the foot that was poised in mid-air almost directly above his head (hey, statues have nothing on me when it’s a matter of remaining fragrance free). Then he slowly turned around (gulp, watch that tail, watch that tail) and being a perfect gentleman this time, he lowered that tail as he waddled off next door to see if he could find a nice little snack over there.
Watching those bright white racing stripes fade off into the darkness, I finally came all the way out and reminded myself that at this time of year, at this time of night, look outside BEFORE you just bounce out willy nilly.
And no, I did not get a picture. I must admit that there for a fleeting moment I did consider running to get the camera hoping that he would “hold that pose” and not be startled enough to spray my door, my house, and the entire neighborhood, but common sense prevailed this time and I remained still. So no picture. It think it was a wise choice, but I’m also thinking that one of these days, if I’m not careful, that camera is going to get me into a whole heap of trouble.