Last night I saw two skunks come up from the hill in back of the house and along the side yard, where they disappeared around the corner of another house.
A mother and child, from the size of them.
Being a city person (and not a country or a suburban person), I had never seen a skunk before.
The elegant black fur, the white stripe--"Omigod, that's a skunk!"
Even though their stripes made them highly visible, even in the dusk, they moved so slowly, without a care in the world.
And why wouldn't they?