Only a couple weeks into the skunk breeding season, and I’ve been sprayed at least three times this week. The striped weasel is an unpredictable opponent at times. Covered, uncovered, doesn’t seem to matter sometimes. Some are so docile, they could care less if dropped. Others, they act harmless until I’m within range. Then they strike with a stream of yellow oily mist, precisely, but without warning or movement. Cunning little creatures.
The catch count is at 18 since the last week of January, with three to four weeks to go before they go back to sleep until spring. I hope for a scentless remainder of the season.