This is not the skunk in this story. But I assure you that the one in the story looks just like him. Minus the green grass.
This story starts last year. Yes, almost a year in the making! One day the hubby came in the house from doing evening chores and said, “You know I haven’t seen all the ducks in a couple days.”
My duckies playing this summer in a homemade puddle.
Anyone that knows me know that I love those ducks! They love to play in the yard and they make the cutest little sounds as they wobble around in their pack and eat bugs. So the next day I went out to have a look and realized the same thing, there were only 2 ducks instead of the 4 that we had.
So we set a trap to try and figure out what was getting them. We’d heard reports of others having problems with weasels so we thought maybe that was the trouble. After a week of catching our own cats in the trap we put it away and tried to come up with a new plan. After we lost a few of our chickens as well we were frustrated but still not sure what to do. After a while the chicken killings stopped and we went back to life as normal. Winter came and went, spring came and went, and summer came…and another 2 chickens and a duck went missing. Time for action again.
The day after the last chicken went missing I went out to the chicken coop and there is was….the strong smell of a skunk.
Varmint figured out, now what to do about it….
First step, target practice. Hubby had me spend a little time working with the rifle in case I spotted the skunk while at home alone. We never did see the skunk around during the day but each night the dog (Chloe!) would bark and the smell of skunk would waft in through my bedroom window air conditioner and would wake us up. Only to find the skunk gone again. (How Chloe went all this time without actually getting sprayed once is a miracle!)
So we waited and waited and waited. We could still smell the skunk but never spotted it. It was a little more than frustrating But we also made sure the chickens were locked in the coop earlier and we haven’t lost anymore….yet.
Then this past week we woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the dog barking up a storm. Hubby grabbed his rifle and headed out the door….
The hole he dug underneath our garden shed.
….and there it was. In all it HUGE skunk glory it was our chicken/duck killer in the flesh. Hubby watched it as it scurried away, right underneath our garden shed! Hubby grabbed a lawn chair and a spotlight and sat out in the yard all night, waiting for it to re-appear. But with no luck.
Skunk Watchin, I feel like it could be a new show on TLC….
The next day hubby went to town and came back home with a new rifle (apparently the old one wasn’t really for shooting skunks, I think he just wanted an excuse to buy a new gun!). He spent the afternoon setting it all up, hooking it to a flashlight, and all the jazz. He was ready.
That night we crawled into bed after laying down a sick-with-a-cold baby. After just getting settled we heard Chloe bark, I turned to hubby and said, “You go get that thing!”
Hubby grabbed the new rifle and ran outside. After a minute I heard what sounded like a rock hitting the window. Wondering why hubby would do such a thing I got up and went to the bathroom window to check it out. There in the spotlight I could see the skunk. Tail poofed out in defense, hubby was trying to get it without hitting the dog. (Chloe was in her house right behind the skunk.) A few shots later and the skunk took a couple steps towards the house and towards my hubby. It was like an old west standoff. Hubby against the skunk. A few more seconds passed and the skunk leared closer to my hubby, I ran flat out for the kitchen to make sure he could get in the door as fast as possible. I stopped when in the kitchen and looked out the window. The skunk has stopped his charge and they were in the middle of another face-off. Hubby stood on our back porch, out of bullets.
Then the skunk charged again and hubby hightailed it into the house. While he reloaded we watched the skunk dart into our culvert in-front of our garage/shed. After watching for a while we didn’t see him come out and eventually headed for bed.
But the nights fun wasn’t over yet (even though it was for the time being with the skunk). A bit later the baby woke up hungry, an hour later I woke to a high pitched squeal…and we found a mouse in our hallway trap. That, of course, woke up baby again. A few hours later, baby woke up for the third time. The skunk had also sprayed outside while it was being shot at and the house smelled awful. There was no rest for the weary!
But our story doesn’t get to end yet as we still have a skunk living under our garden shed. The duck killer will be stopped!
Update: The skunk is finally no more! Hopefully we won’t have another one move in anytime soon!
Have you ever had a skunk or varmint problem? Share your story in the comments!