Brisk temperatures seem to come later and later each year. Just last week when I was working outside, the acrid smell of skunk made its way up the hill, something you don’t expect mid-November when skunks are usually in torpor. And its deliverer, perhaps, decided to visit my house the other day as I so timidly noticed from a second-floor window. Its mostly black fur is very different from others I have seen with their distinctive white stripe down the back. Regardless, I take no chances keeping my distance, inside, till I see it amble across the street toward a neighboring yard. Sweet dreams!
Skunk alert!
