Two nights ago as I was leaving the library at around 2:00 a.m. I saw the outline of what I thought to be an Opossum crossing my path, until I got close enough to it to realize it was a skunk. Upon seeing me it slowly raised it’s large, bushy tail up in the air, the white stripes now visible, its Tina Turner-esque froo-froo trembling in the moonlight. I slowly retreated.

Conflict avoided, it again turned towards the bush that had been its previous destination, lazily ambling in its polecat gate.

My curiosity not quite satiated, I decided to once more try and get a good look at it. Upon investigation I found not one, but two polecats, and they were either fighting or, you know, doing it.

My semester was complete.

Now It’s stop day, and I’ve got a date with a precious three-year-old whose hobbies include going down the big slide, playing with dinosaurs, reading books, drawing, and long walks in search of puddles to jump in. Jealous?

Happy Day of the Stop,

Rabbit O’ The Black