So one night, while MrC was driving home from golfing, I went in the chicken coop to count the chickens and shut them up for the night. And this is what I saw:
So I quickly shut the door, thinking to myself “WHAT in the WORLD!” So I called MrC and told him there was critter in the chicken coop and I would wait for him to get home before I opened the door again.
He got home and I snuck back in to the chicken coop and saw the full body shot:
A skunk! In the chicken coop! Then I bravely opened the door to another room in the garage and saw this:
Apparently MrSkunk had tried to crawl through a small knot hole in the chicken coop to get to the other area of the garage. Since I myself often think I’m smaller than what I really am (Where did that muffin-toppy thing come from?!) I could sympathize.
But sympathy wasn’t going to help MrSkunk b/c he was REALLY wedged in there. He was trying his darnedest to get free but just couldn’t do it.
So MrC went and assessed his tool situation. See, we have all sorts of tools… most of which are battery operated. And those batteries? Totally at the lake house.
So, he came out with a big box and fired up his CHAINSAW.
That’s right, all we had useable was a chainsaw. So he fires it up, the chickens are freaking out (it’s nighttime! I would be too!) and the skunk… well, lord only knows what he was thinking. ESPECIALLY when MrC comes at him like this:
So MrC starts cutting a diagonal line and then the skunk sprays.
For those of you who think it’s a bad smell when you drive past an area where a skunk has sprayed? That is NOTHING. NOTHING I tell you! It’s the worst smell of rotten eggs, mixed with other horrid things… and it’s so STRONG. It gets in your throat, it makes you gag. I was able to run outside get some fresher air, but MrC stayed in there, cussing the skunk and cutting the board away.
Once the board was cut, MrC used a pair of channel locks to break the board apart. The skunk got free and waddled off. The whole rest of the night, I smelled skunk. Yuck.
A lot of people at work said they would have shot the skunk and then pulled his dead body out of the hole. But I’m glad that MrC isn’t like that. I mean, we knew we were going to get sprayed, but that skunk has probably lived here longer than we have and hasn’t given us a lick of trouble (besides maybe stealing eggs here and there).
Another interesting tidbit: When I was looking at the picture of his face (photo 3 above) and when I increased the fill light, it really looks like he only has one eye. So his name is now BlackBeard the Skunk.
Feel free to tell me your skunk stories. Hopefully ours is one-of-a-kind!








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