This morning I have the wonderful responsibility of hauling a trapped skunk into the woods and setting it free in the rain. Be careful what you wish for is, I guess, the moral of the story. It feels kind of lose-lose.

The short version of the story is that around noon I opened the trap so the skunk could exit. As of 2:30 p.m. the skunk was still snuggled up inside the trap.

The long version of the story will have to wait.

So here's the deal:

After some head scratching and realizing that no matter where I let the skunk go it was going to be problem, I decided to take it to a reasonably nearby location to avoid any catastrophe that might happen while driving with it.

So I chose Irving Park.

Warning about the video: It does not really show the skunk, and no one gets sprayed, so don't raise your expectations. The video includes a useless caption in one spot that I somehow mistakenly activated and failed to notice before uploading the video. I'm just not going to take the time to fix that; I've put in enough skunk time today. 

The only reason I bother with this video at all is because some of you want a conclusion to the story and I do want to emphasize how a couple hours of my day were lost due to skunk relocation. Upon reflection, I recommend just getting sprayed.



And that blurry figure bicycling across the street really is Murder House guy. 

Oh, how we know this recipe well.

What does one do with the carcass?

Hopefully Jessige is referring to the skunk and not the husband.

In a hardly important and barely relevant follow up: Apparently all the police attention referred to in my video of the skunk release was related to a couple that had been passing around bad checks. They were caught.