So here they came cruising in like they owned the place. Brash, fearless, and most present. Some call them Polecats. Those of us here in our little village call them skunks. Little weasel critters roaming about stinking up the place. Causing fear and anxiety. So we called in the Skunk squad. The lead skunk rustler baited and set traps. Overnight he trapped three of the little stink bombs. The next night he set them again and trapped two more Black and Whites. So all five were relocated out of town in a large wooded area. Far from our little Cohousing campus. A campus of seven acres and a creek running through it. A haven for critters. Which means we still have Opossums and squirrels. Critters munching on our veggie gardens. However I have discovered a book that has a recipe for Opossums. How about an Opossum noodle casserole? That along with potato salad and homemade French bread. Pass the A1 sauce please.