Lilly The Skunk Slayer -
five o'clock that morning, the funeral pyre had died down enough that I could leave it
unattended, and Lilly seemed to be pleased that the skunk was no longer visible
or stinking up her neighborhood. Although the skunk was now history, Lilly's
double coat of long hair wouldn't quite give-up the smell as advertised. It was
better, but our baby still has a lingering heady aroma a week after she snuffed
that poor skunk. (pic at right is skunk prior to ignition)
Although we were back in bed around five, we were
only able to sleep for a couple of hours. We had to call our
veterinarian and the Animal Control office to find out if there was
anything we needed to do as a result of last night's escapade.
That's when I learned that I should not have torched the skunk.
It seems that they need to examine the skunk's brain to determine if
it is rabid - and we had no brain left to test. However, we did
learn that no case of rabies in skunks had been discovered in our
part of the state in more than fifteen years and Lilly's shot card
was up to date. Animal Control did take a precautionary measure and
imposed a thirty-day house arrest on Lilly. We are not supposed to
take her out of the county or let her mingle with other animals
while she does her time in this lock-down quarantine.
One week later:
Lilly is doing fine and she has not
murdered any new skunks. In fact, the word must have gotten out among
the furry ground dwellers because I haven't seen a skunk, prairie dog or
pine squirrel in the past week. Also, we haven't been able to keep Lilly
separated from her feline housemates, but neither
Puff nor Pooh seem to be
threatened by this big white skunk-slaying Pyrenees.
back to night of the skunk!