In my lenten prayer group, we were instructed to write a "love letter" to someone we were having problems with. I could have written to the usual suspects, but seriously? I am so over it. So instead, I decided to write it to some skunks.
Dear Skunk-Bastards,
Remember when... you ate 2 of my baby chickens? (I'm not sure how to relate that without "blame" and still "speak my truth," Sorry.)
I feel... Really pissed off! because... you bit off their heads and sucked out the blood, leaving me headless, dead chickens.
I know that my part in this is... not keeping my chickens in a hermetically sealed box at night and I am sorry that...I didn't know you could dig under 2 coops and fit through 3 x 3 inch spaces.
Although it it difficult, what I embrace as valuable and worth keeping is... the desire to get rid of every friggin' skunk in the neighborhood.
What I hope for is... an urban-skunk-free existence from now on!
Love,
DC
As a post-script, the peace-making exercise didn't work so well for me. Despite opposing the death penalty for people, I apparently have no such qualms for urban chicken-eating skunks. We caught and removed 4 skunks in the last 10 days. Bastards.
