Skunk Postscript

So, sometime late last night, just barely after I had fallen asleep (Beau, of course, had already been asleep for a bit. He can fall asleep mid-sentence, HIS mid-sentence). I woke up and was fondled by a fairly generous cloud of skunk stank. I could hardly believe it, and was somewhat amused, though not much is funny at 1:00am. It wasn't overpowering, kind of like when you pass the peak of smell on a highway, but it was still hard to ignore. I groggily informed Beau, and we then commenced a brief debate on whether the skunk was pissed and had actually shot its wad, or was just leisurely walking around, scent wafting from its behind. We weren't very articulate, or coherent for that matter. At that hour, it's like two zombies trying to debate politics.

I _calmly_ slid the window shut and we both went back to sleep. Strangely enough, I didn't smell it at all when I left the house at about 7:40 this morning. I still find the whole thing so weird, since like I said, we're on the third floor of an apartment building in a somewhat-contained complex. We are surrounded by treeless fields, but they basically consist of a lumber yard, city dump, cemetery, and the I-90 highway (I know, glamorous). The only thing with a heartbeat I've seen in our area are birds, though after living in Roadkill Central, Missouri for awhile, every time I drive by fields I'm on the lookout for deer.

Ah well, seems we have a new nocturnal friend. And I think he's pissed off.