Mr. Skunk visited our yard yesterday in broad daylight. He dined on the birdseed bag I had just set out to fill the feeders. Marvin brought his have a hart trap over and loaded it with two marshmallows. Marshmallows...who thought of that one?
Next morning a Big Skunk filled the trap.
Marvin came over with a pistol and a burlap bag. He thought about shooting the skunk but then decided that it might be better to relocate him down the road a bit. Siting the qualities of skunks as consumers of pesty bugs and sometimes mice.
So, he takes his flimsy burlap bag and quietly places it over the cage and carries Mr. Skunk to the back of the truck. Now the skunk did spray a little bit...I didn't know they could spray a little as opposed to full blown explosion.
Marvin wasn't fazed by the spray. He had checked the direction of the wind and wasn't getting the smell. I was having trouble with the smell backing well away from his approach. Marvin chuckled and said, "Well, you're going right in the direction of the wind." The difference was impressive. As I moved out of the air current I found there was almost no odor.
