Fire. I'm not talking about him firing but him being fired at!A few days ago one of the at least three know skunks came to eat cat food by the plum tree at work. It was early and my mom happened to be there weeding or something. She saw it and was able to get to the house and find the gun and bullets. She crouched down and opened the back door just a little and WHAM O! She got the skunk!!! She was completely shocked. I think I might nickname her "Sure Shot Sue" !
(Side note, the one that was in the pipe must have escaped because when we opened the ends of the pipe when the water turn came; there was no skunk body that flushed out.)
Well fast forward to tonight. The girls and I came back to see Evelyn and Roberta, after going to the float preview party. This is where they display most of the floats that will be in the Days of '47 parade on the 24th. It's free, inside in air conditioning and pretty neat to be able to examine them up close. The girls got their faces painted so we returned to show off the butterflies.
As luck would have it they weren't there. We stopped any ways because there happened to be four buck deer at the bottom of the veggie garden, by a big pile of dirt. We watched them from a distance, but the girls wanted to get closer so we tried to get closer. In the process of this admiration and closer viewing I noticed what I thought for a split second was a cat walking through the weeds. It only took that long to realize it wasn't and see another one headed back to it's nest. ( Yes, we have figured out where they live now.)
I quickly got the girls to head to the house and decided that if they were out and about they might come looking for cat food. So I pulled out the gun, and got ready. I didn't have to wait long because a little one came over to the never ending food supply with in a few minutes. I took my aim and apparently, had forgotten a few things to do with the gun because it didn't work. After I caulked it and took the safety off I took aim again and fired.
I missed though, but the shot was high enough that the skunk didn't even flinch. I took aim again, fired and ... missed again. I was a lot closer this time though and this shot scared the skunk so it turned put it's tail up and ran off. I think I am happy I missed too, because really what would I do with a dead skunk? Probably call my mom and dad and got them to help, because I really don't want to be around the animal and it's smell. I think the smell in the high concentration it would have been at would have made me sick too. I can envoke the pregnancy clause on this type of thing, right?
A few other things I have gathered from this are- A- I am not very gun savvy, well only enough to get me in trouble; B- being a good aim takes practice and can't just be inherited; C- I should take Glen up on his offer to go shooting because I need the practice and he would really like it; and D- my misses made a drainage system in Evelyn's wheelbarrow that she didn't know she needed so now she won't have to worry about rain water accumulating in!
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