The Groundhog
I was on the porch, minding my own business cutting apart seed pots with Zinnia sprouts in them, when the cat started growling. I looked out the cat door-- and there by the shed was a ground hog as big, or maybe bigger, than the cat. As J said, "Mr. Skunk is subletting." I walked outside and the 'hog immediately hauled itself into the crawlspace under the shed, so I sat down and waited. Nothing. So I planted the zinnia, and got out the weed wacker, and started to wack (with the camera in my pocket), and looked up to see this hilariously worried face looking at me. The photos are a little blurry because my zoom is tiny and I was braced against the weed wacker and not a tripod, but there the 'hog is. It's a fully grown adult--I have no idea where it's been, but maybe my neighbor disturbed it with his riding mower yesterday. J has been remarkably apathetic about the skunk under the shed, but he is a lot less happy with the groundhog, so I think the plan is ...