Yesterday, when K was finishing the lawn, he found an injured baby. Isn't it cute?
He came for the camera, but then asked if he could keep it and try to nurse it back to health. It looked dehydrated and had some sort of fly attracting injury on his back side, but we didn't pry too much because that area of a skunk is not something you want in your face.
Just in case.
After a few droppers of water and a few kernels of cat food, Lil' Pepe showed a bit more life. We, then, had to find a way to keep the flies away, because maggots swimming in rotten flesh isn't pleasant for anyone.
Established for the night, we thought we had a chance to heal this stray. I was really excited because I need more egg eating skunks to compete with the egg eating rat snakes.
This morning, Lil' Pepe was dead.
And I was actually sad. I tell you he was just too cute not to want to keep him.
It's probably good thing Mr. W is out of town. I doubt he would have been moved to care.