As you may recall, on Sunday we had about a two-hour daylight visit from a skunk that was mostly just lying there like a lump, but that occasionally stirred itself to stumble around a bit.  By the time we got someone to come out to collect it — or more accurately, to explain that he was not under contract to collect it — it had disappeared.  Monday we had torrential rain and howling wind all day, and the skunk did not put in a reappearance.  Yesterday it turned up again.  To quote Monty Python, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it — it’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”

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