Close Encounter of the Furred Kind

| 5/21/2012 9:25:51 AM

It was a dark, dismal day. The kind of day when an exasperated work-at-home spouse banishes his companion to monthly Barn Cleaning Duty after he sees fit to try to emulate Jimi Hendrix on his acoustic guitar (along with the record, at full volume. Simply add vocals and mix for an over-the-top Experience.)

Bill’s muck-out-the-barn job usually involves at least an hour of cursing, so I was surprised to see him back after only 30 minutes, pale and shaking. Now, our barn definitely holds no ghosts. It DOES occasionally hold sheep. There was pretty certainly NUTTIN’ haunting around the barn to cause such a reaction.

Bill (wiping brow): I nearly had a BIG ACCIDENT in our barn.

Me (disbelieving): I have no idea what could be dangerous in a near-empty goat barn. Especially since we jettisoned the fissionable materials years ago…

Bill (dryly): Hahaha. SO NOT funny. No, I’m talking a Close Encounter of the Furred Kind.

Now, there are a LOT of Wild Fur Folk on our property. Raccoons sprung to mind. They are feisty, belligerent, and sassy troublemakers. (All the things my Mom called me in my heyday, so I relate strongly to ‘em. They are kindred spirits.)

5/21/2012 8:27:16 PM

Diane, I'm glad that things worked out between stinky and Bill. We, here in Nebraska, see a skunk out during the day time and acting like your stinky think rabid. It's a real issue in this area of the country. I think we should live in harmony with the wild life if we can. I may retract that statement at the end of the gardening year if the wild turkeys, rabbits, and squirrels, oh yeah, and the deer eat all my garden. :0) Have a great day avoiding the spray.