Out here by myself in 2016 at a place almost totally inaccessible to normal people; motorcycle stuck on that hill for several hours. There’s no water! Nowadays I stay home, look at the picture.
He turned to Stephen and said:
—Seriously, Dedalus. I’m stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring us back some money.
—That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your national library today.
—Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.”
Ulysses by James Joyce
Before dawn last month a skunk crawled out from under the fence and made me spill my coffee. Our cat Biscuit went right toward it but stopped short & stood his ground – lesson learned from a previous encounter.
I immediately blocked that dirt tunnel with bricks to stop another from weaseling its way into our yard again.
It’s not that the pungent mammal is unwelcome in our backyard. I’m only thinking of Biscuit and his short-term memory. One faceful of spray may not have been enough for him.
Personally, I get along well with skunks. We hold mutual respect & admiration for each other.
