October 16, 2007
At least I didn't hit it . . .
On the way home from my badminton club last night, I nearly killed a skunk. Mr. Skunk was running down the middle of the road, in the same direction I was travelling. I came over a small rise, saw him in the way, and swerved ever so slightly so that my wheel didn't run directly over him.
He thanked me for my kindness in the usual manner.
The Quotemobile is now in desperate need of a carwash.
Posted by Nicholas at October 16, 2007 09:23 AM
Wait until Xander decides to make friends with your local neighbourhood skunk. Of course it will be in the evening, after all the stores and vets have closed, and the closest to a tomato in your house is the picture of a tomato on a bag of pasta.
My dogs cornered a skunk behind my house last summer and both got done up nicely. We used peroxide and baking soda for their bodies and douche on their faces.
Tomatoes are so old-school.
Yes, I hear that the whole tomato fetish is done with. Something called Skunk-Off works well. But of course since we humans can smell 4 parts per million of skunk oil, I remember getting a wiff of skunk for weeks after my dog decided to make friends with one.
