Friday, September 06, 2002

Our Eyes Locked

He looked at me. I looked at him. We both thought, "What the hell are you doing here?" Right there about a foot away from me, on my back porch on the first night I put out my new deck chairs. I could have reached out and touched his furry head. But I didn't. I scrambled for safety. Dove through the sliding doors and whammed them shut, crouching on all fours, heart beating wildly, peering out at him.

A skunk in full technicolor black and white. Yikes. Don't get your smell on me man, I'll never get it off.

[Editor's note: A blog problem -- this should have followed the next post, what the heck.]