She came to the bottom of the stairs, and whisper yelled, "Hey, Vic, do you wanna have an adventure?" I yelled for Josh who has the good camera, and we went out to meet Jimmy the Skunk. (Anyone besides me read Thornton Burgess's books about animals, including Jimmy the Skunk? I loved them when I was about 7).
Rush hour traffic went by (three or four cars) and I'm sure they all thought we were wicked trash dumpers.
So now you know what we do for fun in Maine. And we didn't even get squirted. I think we can hang out our shingle as "Skunk Removal Experts".
"The beast of the field shall honour me...." (Isaiah 43:20a)