Remember the moment you realized that your life would never be the same? Was it when you graduated from High School, or college, and realized that you had to be the grown up? Was it when you got married? Had a baby? Signed a mortgage document?
Mine was the moment I realized that I’d been adopted.
By a skunk family.
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Here’s the deal. We haven’t seen the skunk (as in visual verification of black and white body) since Monday. MONDAY. This is Saturday. And it’s been snowing (I know) – so I can tell you that I haven’t even seen evidence of the rodent for at least two days.
Do you know what this means? I think I do. I think it means ice chips and an epidural. I think someone’s in labor.
Oh, I want to cry.
Because now I have a crisis of humanity to add to my disgust of the skunk situation. Can I capture a nursing mother?
Oh, bless. (My friend Maura used to say that. Isn’t it cute? I’ve never used it before this moment.)
Part of my crisis is spiritual. Is it RIGHT to steal a mama away from her babies? Isn’t that cruel? Evil, even?
But the other part is practical. Won’t they die without her? And won’t that … stink, come July?
My life is forever changed.
(Thanks a lot, Skunk.)
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Oh, bless. 🙂 Good luck.
Oh, bless. 🙂 Good luck.
apparently there are 8″ in Murray. Wouldn’t know… its about 30 degrees in Moab and we’re heading to Delicate Arch.
apparently there are 8″ in Murray. Wouldn’t know… its about 30 degrees in Moab and we’re heading to Delicate Arch.
Now that? Is what we call a crisis of the faith. My goodness.
I don’t know what I’d do. I honestly don’t.
Now that? Is what we call a crisis of the faith. My goodness.
I don’t know what I’d do. I honestly don’t.
I am on a bus with 40 violinists in the middle of nowhere and at least half of them are looking at me like I’m insane because I’m laughing so hard.
So you might need to get rid of the whole fam-damily. I might be tempted to call an exterminator at this point. Unless you want to be fanning mama skunk and feeding her ice chips.
I am on a bus with 40 violinists in the middle of nowhere and at least half of them are looking at me like I’m insane because I’m laughing so hard.
So you might need to get rid of the whole fam-damily. I might be tempted to call an exterminator at this point. Unless you want to be fanning mama skunk and feeding her ice chips.
If it is anything like what I learned when buying baby bunnies, the mom is done with the little rascals pretty darn fast. If not taken and given to other people, the mama bunny will sit on and even try to hurt her babies. Think of it this way. 🙂
If it is anything like what I learned when buying baby bunnies, the mom is done with the little rascals pretty darn fast. If not taken and given to other people, the mama bunny will sit on and even try to hurt her babies. Think of it this way. 🙂