I went out for a walk tonight at sunset. Didn't go far, feeling kinda craptastic. On my way back I was almost within sight of my house, passing some of the "nicer" houses on my street, you know, the ones with lawns, when I heard a bustle in the hedgerow. Thinking, naturally that it must be a spring clean for the may queen, or a cat, there are plenty of those on my street even if they barely have a yard to poop in, I proceeded. passing said hedge row I came face to face, two feet away, close enough I could look into his beady little eyes, with a skunk.
Some creative swearing and a dash across the street later, the little guy was waddling away peacefully, but damn.
lol