Did I not say that I said NO to traps in the yard for fear of catching a skunk?
I know I did!
Well, he didn't listen! He set that trap for the armadillo who is plundering our mustard patch. (He is very fond of fresh mustard- Bobby, that is, not the armadillo!) I didn't know he had set it, and was in the garden mixing a little Miracle Grow in the bucket of rain water I had caught. I was actually waiting for my friend to pick me up, so we could go to our stained glass class; just killing time.
I didn't even see the trap until I was almost standing right over it. AND THERE WAS A BIG FAT SKUNK IN IT!
I about broke my neck getting away from it, and I ran to call and let him know he had a chore to do when he got home from work.
Then I high-tailed it out of there; off to the safety of my stained glass class, and I didn't even feel guilty to leave him there to deal with it alone. He would have had to deal with it alone even if I had been here. I help him do all kinds of things, some of them even dangerous. But I draw the line at skunks.
Bobby was asleep when I got in, and there was no stinky skunk odor. When I asked him about it this morning, he said he shot him and hauled him away. No spraying, no nothing.
I would still be trying to get that smell off me.