I have a new pet. It lives underneath the back garden shed. While I have not actually seen it, it’s undeniably a member of the Mustelidae family, most likely Mephitis mephitis. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m referring to the common striped skunk.
This is a photo looking directly down on the entrance to its burrow, between the back fence and the garden shed. The pile of forage at the entrance is an ominous sign; it’s pretty likely that there’s a nesting female in there. (My apologies for the poor quality of the photo, but I wasn’t about to hang around and compose a better one. Skunks are generally nocturnal, but that’s mainly by choice, and meeting Momma Skunk up close and personal might not be a fun thing.)
You might think that a skunk would be a pretty simple thing to get rid of. You’d be wrong. The County Animal Control couldn’t care less, unless it’s rabid or wounded.
Exterminators (excuse me, “pest removal professionals”) want $300 to do the job. Up front. With no guarantee of success. Basically what they do is bring a trap, catch it, throw it in a bag, and take it somewhere else and release it. “Where” is unspecified. You’re suppposed to be happy with “where” being “away from here.”
So, it won’t hurt much to do this as a DIY project, I suppose. Needless to say, there’s a wealth of information available on the ‘net on how to get rid of skunks. The idea seems to be that you want to piss it off enough to leave, then wall up the den so it can’t get back in.
I’ve put a nice bowl of ammonia inside the shed. We’ll see if that does the job. The next step is to put a radio in there. Probably playing sports-talk radio or something equally annoying. I’ve already got a nice chunk of chicken wire to cover the den entrance. Hopefully Momma will decide tonight that maybe this wasn’t such a great choice and will move out.
And if anyone even thinks of suggesting that skunks make nice pets, one word: don’t.