Perhaps I spoke too soon.
Once again I made one of my regular forays this evening to parts distant under the auspices of OC Transpo. Between where I live and the nearest bus stop is a large condominium complex with some pretty nice terraced garden beds. As I sauntered past one of them, something squeaking caught my attention. When I turned to look, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Bloaty has a family.
Seeing one dead skunk in an urban environment is unusual. Seeing a live skunk is a real rarity. But seeing two . . . ? Yep, there were Mrs. Bloaty and Bloaty Jr., rooting around in the perennials. (Given that I’m not an expert at sexing skunks, I’m assuming it was Mrs. Bloaty.)
Last year, I might have occasionally seen a rabbit hopping around in the shrubbery. This summer it’s not unusual to see two of them in the same night. They even chase each other around and get into fights. I’ve started calling the condo property “Australia.” Next summer they are going to be hip-deep in bunnies and the high-rises are all going to sink into the giant network of rabbit holes. But now the skunks are moving in too; it’s becoming a regular zoo.
It was bad enough coming across one dead skunk. I definitely don’t want to cross paths with a family of freaked-out, live skunks.