I didn't get any pics of the skunk ...so here's a cute pic of a Fox instead:)
In case you're new around these parts, here's a little background on the skunk.
Ok, are we all on the same page now? Ok great.
Well, Pepé and his kitty friends (Cam saw a cat once) have been visiting our vents at least once a day ever since the first incident. Even though it was creepy to hear an animal crawling in the ceiling above me whenever I'd be making lunch for myself, I finally decided I didn't care. Whatever animal was up there, it wasn't hurting anything. It was probably just escaping the summer heat. Maybe it just really liked what I had done with the place? Who knows, but I just decided that maybe it wasn't a big deal anymore.
Until the day I smelt some stank.
It was very light, but it was there. Pepé must have sprayed earlier that day and then decided to come relax in our vents afterwards (spraying can be very stressful). You can hang out in my vents, but only if you don't stink. I thought we went over this.
So we let maintenance know about our stinky visitor and they had animal control set up a trap/cage outside our house for Pepé. The cage sat out there for a couple days and continually freaked me out. I didn't want to walk outside and find a mad, caged skunk, preppin' to spray anything that moved. I just don't have enough tomato juice to handle that right now. But whenever I would peek my head outside to check on it ...nothing. Who designed this "trap?" Why would an animal just walk into this cage-thing in the first place? They'd have to be pretty dumb.
Well, apparently skunks are pretty dumb.
We came home from dinner Saturday night and the door to the trap was shut. I stayed in the car (bravely) with Fox while Camaron checked out the situation. He gave me the affirmative -Pepé was caught. Animal control couldn't come by until sometime the next day -so I basically freaked out imagining the skunk getting mad and then Fox suffocating from skunk stank all night long.
When we left for church early Sunday morning, we hastily walked past the trap. We noticed there was a large hole dug under the cage. Great, Skunky dug himself out during the night. That or he just tried really hard to get out. Whatever happened, we were late for church so we couldn't really check it out.
When we got home, the cage/trap was gone. I'm just hoping it was animal control that picked it up and not some punk neighborhood kids ...although that would be quite a prank -putting a skunk in your friend's bed.
Now, let's just home Pepé didn't have any friends.
*imagine how confusing this story would be to someone who didn't know I named my child Fox