the errant pupil

My plans to befriend and domesticate a young skunk this year have been thwarted. Who knew it was pretty illegal? If I lived in Indiana or say, New Jersey I would be well on my way to owning a pet skunk. Damn my Illinois Residency!

                                               

I was going to name him Guille. Guille the skunk. We could have gone on walks together, sat quietly and read. I was looking forward to spending time teaching Guille to do the Macarena and to make peanut butter cookies; you know, the kind you mark with fork tines. Oh Guille, the life we could have had.