On my desk I have a pencil holder that may look like an ordinary yogurt container. But there’s a story behind it.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdvq9qMDTG
By Elizabeth Sherrill, Hingham, Massachusetts451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKx1U88pZq
It was the rustling in the woods that made me look out the window 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8eqcaJXizg
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. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYh2Et4KCO
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. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpgDtfx2npG
I looked at him upset. How long did he run in darkness and fear? 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY9XAWKq25C
I thought it would take time to get this thing out. But the thought of hunting skunk 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl4jHbtDduS
through the thicket kept me motionless at the window of . How could I ever catch him? So what? 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ51IpQTnGs5
He wouldn't spray me? 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNWKlWSWJgD
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? 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEFL4hiUR8X
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. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLq3mppO1lE
Skunk was probably far away by now. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhbUSJznoNQ
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. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZg9GfALWAI
"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." 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2TPgWl6t3D
"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.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkMDCVKhyVe
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 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE6MKCLHaFe
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 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMGVhIo8EPK
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 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Kwy8tiusM
after him. Three minutes could not have passed since I hung up the phone. 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhyr5oNYPQ
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 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIMK94QYF0b
. 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 451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpesJN1X2k
yellow pencil case on my desk, pretty scratched and broken, as a reminder that sometimes God's answer to a need is me.451Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlTkQbc4aoT
