Pepe Le Pew

We have a skunk.

Bobchi has noticed it around her place at various times, and it seems to be coming back fairly regularly. Yesterday evening, we looked up from the supper table and noticed it wandering around back of the barn.

Of course, our biggest concern is that Shiloh might happen on it one day and, being unafraid of most animals, would get close enough to be sprayed.

Julie made a quick phone call to Donald, who came directly with an assortment of rifles and shotguns. I'm not sure if Donald was expecting a protracted gun battle with the skunk, but nonetheless Mr. Fiddler was well armed as he cautiously approached the barn from the east side, looking for Pepe, while Donald remained in the relative safety of his van.

Alas, it was not to be. Pepe disappeared into the tall grass behind the barn and made tracks for someplace else. And so, it would seem that Le Pew will live to see another day. Let's just hope that on future meetings, McLeod manages to get off a shot before the skunk does.