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Wednesday, July 23, 2003
| LE...WHOOPS!
As my 30th birthday has begun to approach, some of you may recall my recent resolve to get myself back into some modicum of shape. I am proud to say that I am still on that quest, and I have been making a tad bit of progress. Of course, it is just a tad, but a tad is better than sitting on my ass and eating a bag of chips. Well, tonight as I was out for my usual evening run, I encountered something which I certainly have never encountered before. My usual run consists of (basically) 10 times up and down the alley behind my house. Yes, I realize this sounds strange, but, there are several reasons why I do this:
Well, tonight, while I was completing my run, I was just about to make my last run up the alley, and I saw what I thought was my neighbor's cat emerging from beneath the fence in their backyard, and crawling into the alley. This was not unusual to me. Often, the cat will roam around and it will frequently cause the motion detector light by the alley to turn on. The cat is black with some white on its face and paws, and a little bit on its tail, and so, when I saw the shadowy creature squeeze its way out from under the fence, I didn't hesitate to keep running. The cat always tears off at the sight of me anyway, so, I wasn't about to stop. Except, as I got closer, the thing didn't run away. As a matter of fact, it froze in its tracks in the middle of the alley. And, as I got closer, I noticed that the tail was a whole lot bushier than that cat's. And it was a whole lot pudgier, and the big, bushy tail had a nice white stripe down the middle of it. It, however, did not speak with a French accent. Yes, folks, tonight was my close encounter with a skunk. Thank goodness I was as close to my house as I was. I made a direct u-turn and didn't stop running until I was inside the house. Didn't bother to look back to see where little Pepe went. He was still frozen in his tracks when I made my mad dash for the house, but I wasn't about to wait around for him to do his little handstand and take aim. (Just in case you may not have known, skunks stand on their front feet and literally do a handstand when the are about to spray--their butts kind of flip over their heads like a Cirque du Soleil acrobat, and they hit you from that position. So, don't ever wait for them to turn and point their asses at you, cause it won't happen. It's not like in the cartoons.) The funny part of the whole thing is that this COULD have been Pepe Le Pew, seeing as how the bugger crawled out from under the fence of the house where the black and white cat resides. What was going on over there? I didn't hear any serenading. I didn't smell any Eau de Parfum. I didn't see any frantic, yet playful chasing around the neighborhood. There was no French being spoken... It's le mystery to me. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 11:10:00 PM |
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