Or, where’s Billy the exterminator when you need him?  Have you seen that program?  He’s a hoot.

     I should’ve known there was a problem outside when Gavin stood at the back door sniffing at it like crazy.  As soon as I opened it, he began to bark and the hair on his back stood on end.  A single sniff on my part revealed the problem, at which point I decided that neither dog needed to go outside.  Somewhere out in the night our odiferous visitor was lurking.  Yes, the skunk is back.

     A couple of years ago they’d dug under G’s kitchen to nest.  It was not a very pleasant thing when they let loose under there and stunk up the entire house on more than one occasion.  Then her DH redid their deck.  When he had it torn up, he put heavy duty weld wire all around the foundation of the house.  The skunk moved down the street.

     We hoped that the skunk had gone to play in the traffic and left our neighborhood permanently.  Nope, no such luck.  Heeeee’s baaaack.