Skunks Suck!

At 6:30 this morning, I was pleasantly sleeping face down on my bed when Kiko jumped on the back of my head. She started clawing into my head which usually means that she’s hungry and there’s no food left. I get up to check the cats’ bowls and see something that is really hard to deal with at such an early hour: the black and white tail of a skunk standing straight up. This isn’t the first time a skunk has entered my room. Back in December one came in although I think it was a figment of my imagination since it was dark. But thing morning the sun was shining in my room so it was unmistakably a skunk. I jumped back underneath my covers just in case the fucker sprayed. Once I heard its footsteps leave my room, I followed it out of the house and shut the kitchen sliding door. I still contend that skunks are not cute. They are vile little rodents that should all die. But they should die far away from my house so I don’t have to smell them. Ugh.