Stinky

After dinner tonight, we put on our shoes to take the bins to the curb, joking between us that we needed to do it before the skunks came out.

We wheel the bins down, and hear the neighbors dog 'ba-rooo'ing at us. "Ramsay hears you singing", I tell The Boy, and we giggle. Then we hear a rustle in the brush between our driveway and the neighbor's house.

"Look!" The Boy points. "The skunk!" And sure enough, waddling through the underbrush TOWARDS us, is a half-grown skunk. We made haste up the driveway to give him right of way, but the silly beasty seemed less concerned about us than we were about giving him a fright.