We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Mr. Skunky is a beautiful creature but prone to being rabid. That is the rap on him in our neck of the woods.
I have seen them marching three abreast as if in military drill formation while digging and rooting for grubs. I have seen white varieties with black markings, palomino colored polecats with long plumed tales as well as the run of the mill Pepe LePew black and white.
I was once deep asleep in the night in the hot humid southern summer beneath a window unit air conditioner that was sucking air from the outside when a skunk sprayed in the yard. It was as though effluent had been drawn into the bedroom and spread throughout the shotgun house. It was awful for a quick minute and then one could breath again. It was akin to having to step into the out house to do one's business. Sometimes the old olfactory organ warns you and then becomes inured. Thank goodness for that. Even so, please try not to get sprayed.