Oh my word!!  Those kind of visitors you can do without!   Seeing that picture reminded me of something that happened years ago while camping.  We had gone up north when the boys were around 11 and 12.  We had a pickup camper, but the boys slept in a pup tent.  We also had a screen room set up.  We usually took our cat along, since she did well on a leash, and she usually slept with the boys.   One of the nights was so hot, Ken and I decided to sleep on cots in the screen room.  I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of crunching near my bed.  We had had chicken for supper, and I figured the boys had left the cat in the screen room, and it had gotten into the chicken bones.  It was very dark out, but I reached out and swatted the cat.  I realized right away that the texture of the fur was wrong.  I looked a little closer, and could just barely make out the white stripe down it’s back.   A skunk!!  It moved a little when I hit it, but kept right on chomping on the bones.  I reached behind me to Ken’s cot and woke him up and told him what was going on.  We crawled over the two cots, out the door of the screen room, and went into the camper.  The skunk finally crawled out of the screen room by sticking it’s nose under the bottom of the side wall and raising it up enough to crawl out.  Wasn’t too long later that it or another skunk sprayed from further away.  Needless to say, we never slept in the screen room again!!