Hello, My Name Is Megan, And I Attract Rodents

There, I said it. I am a rodent magnet. What?! For some strange reason, all manner of varmints congregate in my backyard. If there is any possible way to get into an altercation with one, it will happen to me. There was the time I accidentally trapped a skunk and had to call in Dog the Bounty Hunter's brother-from-another-mother to remove it. There has been the long-standing war between the groundhogs and I. They have left the property in various states of health. There was the time several times I have run into a possum in the dark chicken coop. The time I dropped my flashlight and the possum lunged at me. Are you getting the idea? It happens to ME. So last night should have been no surprise. I went out to lock up the chickens and made some noise to scare away the skunks. I saw none, so I wasn't too worried. I locked the chicken hatch and exited the shed, only to look down and see.....a baby skunk at my feet! What?! I quickly backed away, while it raised its tail and glared at me. If it were not for the fact that it was about to spray me, it might have been cute. But it wasn't. Now I am sure you are wondering why I didn't just run inside. You see, the skunk was about to retreat into the chicken coop which is a wee bit problematic. I knew if it got in there, it would be a heck of a lot harder to deal with, and it would probably spray and the chickens would freak...and....so we had a staring contest. The little skunk raised his tail and just stood there. When it started going into the shed, I made a noise to scare it off. It held its tail even higher. At that point, I considered leaving the chickens to their own devices. Finally in our little game of chicken (ha, ha) the skunk backed away, tail in the air. I lunged for the door, closed it and trucked into the house.

The End