Put the Cob Down and Back Away From the Compost

With all of the tomatoes ripening on the counter, it was no surprise to find a few fruit flies flitting around. I detest them. So, in a mild panic, I decided to get every scrap of food off the counter and into the fridge, and I put the kitchen compost outside on the back step. I planned to take it down to the garden when I was finished my “Salsa Verde!”

Well, it’s still pouring outside so the plan remains a plan, and now I sit here watching a skunk feast on the remains of last night’s corn cobs. It’s a little unsettling to have him right outside the sliding door with nothing between us but a window. I had expected a raccoon, actually. The raccoon.

Always two there are. No more, no less. A master… and an apprentice.