A Pitiful Case, Am I Not?
We have skunks in our backyard. Two of them. They actually live in a hole across the street, but apparently have discovered that our backyard is a veritable all-you-can-eat buffet of grubs, and our prices are reasonable. So every night when the sun starts to set, two little skunks make their way across the street, up our driveway, under the fence, and into the buffet line. This results in two things:
1) Little holes all over our yard as the buffet is underground
2) Fear of going out in the yard at dusk/night because we don't want to startle them into spraying
The thing is, they can't stay and I know they can't stay. We're going to have to do something to stop them from coming back, especially since they like to lay in wait in a drainage pipe that comes out right next to our front gate/walkway. Talk about a potential surprise for any guests of ours who may be arriving or leaving! So something has to be done. But there's a problem - I grew up watching Pepe Le Pew.
See my dilemma? Cute skunk, just wants to find a special skunk of his own = Carrie can't agree to any of the ideas that Peter has had for discouraging the skunks from hanging out at our house. At this point we're left with stopping up the drain pipe where they hide (already done) and then trying to figure out what will kill the buffet so that they will be forced to look for a new restaurant. Apparently I don't have the same soft-spot for grubs that I do for skunks. Who knew?