Sometimes I think that we here in the hills live in the world but are not of it. Things that we take for granted happen here that could send city dwellers screaming in the streets. The news goes out on the grapevine that mountain lions or bears have been sighted, but for the most part we live peaceably with our wildlife neighbors. Don't want your chickens stolen by coyotes? Don't let them free range. Try not to step on snakes. Look before putting a hand in a feed bucket or barrel; it's almost guaranteed to have mice or squirrels in there. I'm just sayin'.
For some time, Camille had been hearing crunching in her pantry in the middle of the night. She wasn't able to tell whether her cats had gotten into the food bag or if it was something else. It was something else. Awakened again by the crunch, crunch, crunch, she got up with a flashlight to solve the mystery. Two beady eyes glowed as the flashlight beam caught a skunk with its mouth full of cat food. Cat doors are not just for cats, it seems. Being a sensible woman, Cam turned off the light, shut the door to the pantry, and went back to bed. Get in a territorial dispute with a skunk and you'll lose.
Let's just say that life here is, well, different. I'll take this life every time.