Surprise Visitor

Well, well, well…

This day began on such a lovely note.  Gary getting everything ready to make French toast.  Sitting on the glider with the coffee, just relaxing because our house guest was still sleeping.  Gary deciding he’d go check on his jobs.  Me putting a little fertilizer on my honeysuckle hedge in hopes of filling a gap before summer is officially over.   Here’s where it turns!   Me getting a text message from Gary before he drives off.  (Oh… haven’t mentioned… our workshop is at our house… so when I say he’s still in the shop I mean he’s actually under my roof, and directly below my bedroom.)  Okay… on we go.  He’s still in the shop and I get this text from him.  “Skunk in the shop.”

And this is where we are in the day.  Happily ignoring the skunk for now, hoping this will make the skunk happy.  But at some point, he’s got to leave the barn!  I have a silly grin on my face, hope in my heart, and I still smell like rosemary and mint shampoo.  We shall see what we shall see!  (8:22 a.m.)

Facebook friends have offered suggestions.  Well-wishers have phoned with ideas.  Animal Control has been called… and we… we ate our French toast with cinnamon and sugar in happy denial of how things might turn sour!  After breakfast we went back out to check on him, and he’s still happy in his own little corner of the world.  One of the suggestions is mothballs.  Skunks apparently hate mothballs.  So I’m off to purchase some.  (9:46 a.m.)

What we have on our hands is a content skunk.   Which certainly beats an angry skunk, hands down!  We’re trying to torture him with loud music, bright lights, moth balls and a blowing fan.  He’s happy enough to sing along, and occasionally wag his tail a bit to show us that all is well.  Meanwhile, there have been grand solutions coming our way requiring simple household things like trash bags, fried chicken, brooms, guns and cat food.   I’ve even had an offer to borrow “Chubs” the skunk eating dog.  The owner couldn’t guarantee that things would turn out smelling like a rose… so I won’t borrow Chubs yet, and I’ll wait a bit longer for Animal Control.  (10:37 a.m.)

And still he waits.  And we continue to discuss our options.  We now have a barricade set up so that when he decides to make his move, hopefully he will be funneled out the closest door.  Upon closer inspection… he’s been our uninvited guest for quite some time.  Animal Control never showed.  We have a ladder set up in the shop, and from the top rung, we have a view of his bed.  There is really nothing else to report.  (3:14 p.m.)

The smell of mothballs permeates the shop now.  Ugghhh!  We’ve had hilarious fun with photo-ops involving trash bags, duct tape and weapons.  He won’t budge.  We are waiting for sundown when he should come to life.  We don’t want to put food INSIDE the shop… many advise against letting him think it’s a “Y’all come back now” diner!  As for me, I’m off to church.  As for the husband and the nephew, they’re going to stay here to await nightfall.  We have the coaxing food at the ready.  (6:04 p.m.)

So I come driving home from church with the windows down, thinking it might be my last chance at fresh air.  I pulled into the driveway with some trepidation, at the same time receiving a text message, “The deed is done”.  The guys are gone, the doors are closed.  (8:03 p.m.)

We all knew that we couldn’t stand the thought of a horrific, smelly ending to this saga.  It got dark, they made the trail of hot juicy hotdog bits, the skunk ventured out, munched on the bite at the doorway, then made a bee-line for the open field, taking his huge bushy tail with him.  Thankfully, he never made a stink!   It’s a terribly anticlimactic, but perfect ending to the skunk saga!

We all went out for a burger, and the skunk lived happily ever after.

12 Responses to “Surprise Visitor”

  1. Kim Mann says:

    I love happy endings!

  2. Linda Davis says:

    Your closet neighors are thrilled…but he is still lurking out there somewhere so be aware! LOL

  3. Sandy says:

    I know… the story may not be over!!!

  4. Barbara George says:

    Hope he didn’t run my way!

  5. Christy says:

    I’m happy I live far away from that skunk.:)

  6. Marcea Clive says:

    It is 11:00 p.m. and I have been waiting all day long for the end of this story. Glad it ended on a sweet smelling note, Sandy.

  7. Bernadette Shisler says:

    Maybe we should have sent a brown tree snake your way!!! LOL! NAH! You don’t want them! I know you know this. 🙂

    Karl would love the honeysuckle!
    Great story, Sandy!

  8. Jodie says:

    I’m SO glad you started a blog! I’ve wanted you to for a long time now. And this is exactly why!!

  9. Sandy says:

    Thanks, Jodie! You know I’m always SO SLOW to get into the next computer thing. Hey.. I’ll ‘blog’ about that! Ha!

  10. Robin Green says:

    Whew!! That could have had a much more dramatic ending, and I’m so happy it didn’t!!

  11. cindy gallagher says:

    I have a skunk story too. Try to make it short. Joe, our son, went to the garage and got sprayed. He wanted revenge and told me to wake him if he came back that night. He did, I did (wake him) he kept sleeping. I told Jim about the skunk, he said “get him”
    I loaded the shotgun and took aim. Missed. He was only about 10 feet away. Ran back to the bedroom for more ammo. Reloaded and took aim again. Missed again. After doing this for 10 shots, I watched him go under the deck with a tiny trickle of blood. Never saw him again. Don’t think he died under there because of no smell. Cute little stinkers. Cindy

  12. Doris Via says:

    Loved it!

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