re: #255 Wendell Zurkowitz (slave to the waffle light)

We were at a campground at the Chiracauhas in SW Arizona on a moonless night, we could follow the median stripe on the middle of the road by starlight.

And the campground was abandoned at that time of year (late October), the local spotted skunks were hungry for lack of trash to pick through, and getting very pert, one of them walked right over my feet as I sat at the picnic table.

Skunk I saw in a campground in SE New Mexico came out of a prickly pear patch every night to hang out by a bulletin board next to the washroom. It went there to munch on all the moths that were flying around the bulletin board light.

The skunk pretty much ignored the campers going to and fro to the washroom, but it was interesting to watch someone come out of the washroom nonchalantly and then suddenly jump when their cerebral cortex yelled “skunk!”