Pepe Le Pew

It seems we're sharing our abode with a skunk. We encountered Mr. Le Pew on our way down the dark, damp, driveway at the ungodly hour of 7am.


Once I registered there was a skunk trundling towards me up the driveway, I turned and ran for the house. Paul was hot on my heels....I mean, he stood his ground. I glanced over my shoulder to see the creature's dark shape pass in front of the gate at the end of the driveway. 

 Facing the end of the driveway. It's like a chute- and it was either him or us. 


Paul plucked an orange from a neighboring tree and tossed it towards the spot we suspected the skunk was hiding out.

 No movement. We flung open the gate and dashed to the car. I don't know what I would have done if Paul had not been there to protect me. Probably gotten sprayed and had the best excuse to stay home from work. 


Disclaimer- about 5 minutes after the incident, Paul said, "Now that's a blog-worthy story if I ever heard one. You can title it "My Hero."