The trail of poo.

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We love our nightly skunk visitors.

We enjoy watching them run across the lawn, jostle for buffet position and happily nibble their evening meal.

What we don’t love is the gifts they leave behind.

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Or the order in which they leave them.

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Following and removing the poo trail isn’t an every day occurrence…

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But it does make me wonder why they can’t simply squat in one place.

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To infinity, and beyond…

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23 thoughts on “The trail of poo.”

  1. The skunks out here are so confident–I watch them strut up the walkways and stairs to various porches and pig out on any food left out for outdoor or feral cats. If Tankie doesn’t finish his breakfast in one go, I’ve seen them zip under our fence and help themselves to his kibble. And of course we don’t bother them. That stripped tail instills fear in all of us.

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  2. You’re obviously feeding them the wrong food! Try something like cheese. And under no circumstances – garlic! Or else market them as Pooper and Dooper and build your own Field of Dreams. If you build it, they will come … I predict you will become very popular in your neighborhood!

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