That's right...the people we stayed with have a pet skunk. Meet Petunia. She is very much like a regular pet. She has a cage with a litter box inside, and she eats a specified breakfast at 8:00 a.m. and has dinner at 4:00 p.m. We were quite skeptical at first, but we figured out that she was more afraid of us than we were of her. She tried to find a hiding spot and stay away from us as much as possible. Luckily for us, she had recently been descented.
Brantley's cousin nicknamed her Tuniars, and it stuck. I snapped a few photos of Tuniars, but she did not like it! So I quickly retreated from her threatening pounce and did not return!
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