Caught about four pounds of nope in the groundhog trap...
...and I shall call him Pepe. -
Actually, I'll have to call him long distance. I took him into the next county to release him. Literally, into the next county, about ten miles, I don't want to see that particular sumbitch again. Evah.
Little fella didn't smell at all. Really.
Momdigr came in that morning and said "There's something in the trap." I whooped for joy. And then she said "And it's not a groundhog. Or a rabbit. Or a possum." I said "Oh, no." Then she said "It has white on it." I went to check the trap, thinking/hoping she was wrong. I couldn't smell a skunk and thought "There's no way I'm four feet from a skunk and don't smell it.", so, I pulled the burlap back and liked to jumped outta my skin.
This skunk had managed to get about forty pounds of dirt into the trap before it sprung. No kidding. I guess he thought he was building himself a skunky little condo beside/under Popdigr's shed.
I looked around and Momdigr was like fifty feet away, and asked "Is it a skunk?", I replied "No, it's just a little kitty.", I was gonna say "...a polekitty.", but she was already well on her way to the house.
