People,

Last night I got real bored. And so, even though it was way too cold, I went for a ride on the bike.

Now, I knew that since it was cold I wouldn't be too long, so I left the door to my shed wide open, figuring that I wouldn't have to mess with the locks when I got home and would save myself some time.

But as is often the case, such laziness comes at a price.

Ten minutes later I pulled into my back yard and started to ease into the shed when I had my first encounter of the year with Thaddeus. Thaddeus, of course, being the skunk that lives in my neighborhood.

There he was, sniffing around my tools, checking out all the various bike accoutrements and probably peeing in my WD40.

I, being a huge pussy, turned right around and gunned it toward the driveway, tearing up a nice chunk of the lawn in the process. Thaddeus, however, was cooler than a cucumber. The closest thing I can compare him to is a stoner surfer. He ambled out the shed, looked at me with a "Oh, my bad dude. Didn't know this was your pad" and moseyed out of the yard. He didn't spray me or anything else, even when confronted with a jackass on a motorcycle.

Skunks 1, Welsh 0.