On my desk I have a pencil holder that may look like an ordinary yogurt container. But there’s a story behind it.171Please respect copyright.PENANA7JqjpPKrT3
By Elizabeth Sherrill, Hingham, Massachusetts171Please respect copyright.PENANAZIjJZ4Q1et
It was the rustling in the woods that made me look out the window 171Please respect copyright.PENANA0K2v4JAUQX
next to the computer. At the edge of the trees I spotted a skunk, whose black and white pattern reflected a point of light. He seemed busy - perhaps digging? My knowledge of skunks began and ended with their terrible smell. 171Please respect copyright.PENANAo3aMae0Cpd
The next moment, however, the animal emerged from under the trees and zigzagged across the lawn: a fuzzy tail, a striped back, and... where its head should have been, a strange-looking yellow helmet. As he approached, I saw what the "helmet" was: a plastic yogurt container. The cardboard box hit a rock and the creature spun the other way to hit our picnic table. He stood still for a moment and shook his head frantically. But the yogurt package quickly broke. The skunk blindly jumped back into the forest. 171Please respect copyright.PENANAnJWgtRO1pk
I looked at him upset. How long did he run in darkness and fear? 171Please respect copyright.PENANAFmwvdsI3G0
I thought it would take time to get this thing out. But the thought of hunting skunk 171Please respect copyright.PENANAou50rVw4ef
through the thicket kept me motionless at the window of . How could I ever catch him? So what? 171Please respect copyright.PENANAS03V9LQSRi
He wouldn't spray me? 171Please respect copyright.PENANAZc6lvHcscf
I sat down and tried to pick up the thread of story that was sent in the afternoon. But I could only think of , animals that ran until they collapsed from exhaustion. Hasn't something like this happened before? Do animal experts know what to do? 171Please respect copyright.PENANAtff3A6Pvg2
I called the local SPCA. "We only handle domestic animals," she told me. "You want the wildlife department." He gave me a number in New Paltz, New York. 171Please respect copyright.PENANAHXD0VlS4QN
Skunk was probably far away by now. 171Please respect copyright.PENANACSmyK8U1KA
Maybe someone else would see him. Someone braver and more athletic. I called a number in New Paltz. A man from 's wildlife department listened to my story and then joined 's silent conversation. "If the skunks can't see you," he said, "they won't spray." Well... that sounded good until the skunk's head was in the tank. "What happens after package opens?" I asked. 171Please respect copyright.PENANAHLVbRFz9Ix
"Make sure," the man suggested, "that she doesn't feel threatened by me." I wonder how the frightened skunk calmed down. "You can throw a blanket over him," suggested the beastman , "and then run when he finds his way out." 171Please respect copyright.PENANATCs9O8cIPo
"That might work," I said, but I must have sounded as unsure as I felt, because the man asked where I was calling from and started looking up the names of the security people in my area.171Please respect copyright.PENANAuMEwDYHw3g
How long does it take for someone to get here? So where would the zinc be? I was torn by a sudden strange rush. I thanked the man, hung up and ran out. Without stopping to change into my best pants and without forgetting the blanket theory, I ran from our driveway to the freeway. Of course, Stink wasn't there. I didn't know why I was . In his madness, when I last saw him, the animal went in the opposite direction, straight down the hill into the forest. But my legs never slowed down. I turned left and hurried down the street as if in a hurry to a long-arranged meeting. I ran maybe a hundred meters when a black and white streak appeared from the 171Please respect copyright.PENANAOP66m6GRBg
bushes along the road, running straight at me, box hitting the pavement with every step. I bent down and grabbed the yogurt container before I was surprised to find a skunk. Animal suddenly pulled and twisted so hard that escaped. His front claws scraped against the slippery yellow plastic, his body retreated and he still couldn't 171Please respect copyright.PENANAbvNO4sb8bc
free himself from the vise-like neck of the cardboard box. This took both my hands pulling the other way to hold the - until the black head suddenly came free. And there we were, facing each other, two feet apart. I don't know what he saw and how threatening or not the apparition was, but there was a sharp quivering nose, two small round ears and lively black eyes that looked straight into my eyes. We looked at each other for exactly 10 seconds. Then Skunk turned, ran a few meters and disappeared into the drum that goes along the road. I stood there and looked 171Please respect copyright.PENANAl3xabJ7Xa7
after him. Three minutes could not have passed since I hung up the phone. 171Please respect copyright.PENANAVA5YRS16Rw
But I thought the timeless parable played itself out, when I started driving back. Skunk was all the needs I was hesitant to participate in: It takes time to participate and I have deadlines to meet. I probably won't be able to do anything with 171Please respect copyright.PENANARPNUSv5FWv
. Someone else can do it better. Moreover, the intervention can be ugly and the smell can rub off on me. And all these things may be true, of course. But I have a 171Please respect copyright.PENANAAKwVphoirF
yellow pencil case on my desk, pretty scratched and broken, as a reminder that sometimes God's answer to a need is me.171Please respect copyright.PENANAAOTY9vQMQV