My Three Things: an appreciative blog

I followed a skunk around a school playground this morning–hypnotized by his shiny black coat and playful demanor yet immobilized by fear: how exactly would I explain to my boss that I couldn’t come to work because I needed to burn my clothes and take a clamato shower?

First the cute little stinker tunneled under the slide, then galloped across the four-square, and finally found a trees to scratch at under the window of the grade two classroom.

But he’s so playful, I thought, drawing ever near, he wouldn’t squirt me. In fact, he didn’t even seem to notice I was there–until I flashed him with my camera.

One skunk stare was all it took to send me scampering on my way.