He is very ardent in his pursuit.
Somewhere between ten and two he appears on my front lawn and makes his presence known.
I feel much like the poor cat in this picture. Nearly every night Monsieur appears beneath my window proffering his bouquet of stench. The scent is enough to make my eyes water. It can wake me from a sound sleep.
I have seen this skunk. In fact, I saw it last night when I was walking home from Darcel's place. It's oddly white, like 80%. From a distance you could tragically mistake it for a cat.
Oh how I wish he would go away. Far, far away.
*The photo is from here.
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