there is a skunk lurping around the front door of our apartment. what makes this so peculiar is that this is the front of our apartment:
pepe le pew comes around in the middle of the night; i know this because when fox wakes me in the early A.M, pepe's odor is so pungent that i swear this animal is sleeping on my doormat. when foxy and i take gunther out in the morning i'm always afraid we'll bump into the skunk in the hallway and the battle between domesticated animal and rabid stinky beast will ensue (my money's on the skunk). maybe pepe can smell fox's diapers and, like gunther, wants in on the action. geez fox, what do you stash in those nappies? beef jerky? you're driving every creeping, crawling thing within a half-mile radius bananas with your waste.