We played a bit of a game tonight: trying to guess the size and type of the critter just outside by the sounds it was making.
Big sounds.
I turned on the porch light. No sign, but a moment or two later, more sounds, light or no light–to use an old expression from back home, it didn’t pay it no never mind.
I opened the door so as to hear better and the tiny skittery sound off to the right was probably the target of the I don’t care that you know that I’m here sound off to the left.
“Close the door, you don’t want to get sprayed.”
Well that’s a better thought than a mountain lion. Did I hear that awning bounce a minute ago? Skunks don’t climb nor do they jump down.
I closed the door.