Foxxxy the Brave

Being a sound sleeper can have drawbacks, such as missing early morning hyjinks in the back yard.

Yesterday, at around 5 am, a baby skunk snuck into my parents' back yard looking for dog/cat food. My parents have been hounded by skunks all spring, but both the city animal control department and Idaho Fish and Game have refused to help with the situation. They were nice enough to offer traps to my father, as long as he brought them back smelling skunk free. How nice of them.

When the skunk snuck into the yard, it woke up my parents' foofoo pomeranian, Foxxxy. Okay, okay, the name is actually just Foxy (or just Fox, if you ask my dad) but it's so much more fun to make it pornographic in nature. Foxxxy actually looks remarkably like a super-sappy fox, and thus, the name stuck. Anyway, Foxxxy woke up, and started barking. This woke my parents, who decided to spray the skunk down the sidewalk with a hose. Hey, I don't understand their logic on that one either. As my father was hosing the baby skunk down the walk, Foxxxy got surprisingly butch, grabbed the skunk by the neck, and went Outkast on it (you know, shook it like a Polaroid picture.) Apparently, skunks weren't made for getting krunk, and it died.

I spent the afternoon trying to convince my parents that we should deliver the dead skunk to the mayor, but to no avail. Apparently, they don't find the beauty to passive-aggressive guerilla tactics that I do. We'll see if they change their tune when the next skunk sneaks into the yard.