Saturday, July 01, 2017
Speaking of
Speaking of Fate... On this morning's walk I saw a skunk humping across the street. Skunks were common around here in the '90s but I haven't seen or smelled one since then. I quickly turned around and chose another route.
15 minutes later on the return stretch, the skunk popped out directly in front of me, leaving no time for turnaround. He wasn't aiming for me, he was aiming for an outdoor cat food dish that gathers all the neighborhood cats into a yowling hissing dance. Skunk casually humped over to the dish and started eating. Cats took a few seconds to suss him out, then turned and ran just as sharply as I had.
You may think you can avoid the skunk, but the skunk knows better.
Labels: Emersonian justice, Heimatkunde
¶ 3:47 PM
