Critter World

Schmooze Master Rocco Flash

Our ferocious Coco

The Amazing Bob and I were driving off the Neck yesterday to run errands. Just as we passed the Welcome to the Neck rock, we spotted a poor black and white pile of road kill. Naturally, my heart immediately pinged on our Coco and Rocco. I know neither goes this far from home though.

And then I breathed in. Skunk.

You’d think, wouldn’t you, that we’d not give it another thought then, eh? Nope. Of course we did. The proprietors of Bob and Donna’s Famous Valhalla Diner care deeply about all their guests. Don’cha know. We have a history of good, considerate skunk customers.

The conversation followed like this:

Me: Do you think he’s one of ours?

TAB: No, our skunks are younger.

Me: He looked old?

TAB: Yeah.

Me: How? What makes you think so?

TAB: He was bigger and had more white hair.

Ah. Can’t argue with that. We were still sad that such a beautiful creature met such a hard end.

Naturally, Mister Loudon Wainwright III's sad tune comes to mind:

Crossin' the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn't see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are!

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!