Enter: Stinky Pete
So there’s a lot of hustle and bustle around here with Little Sis’ arrival and all, but we also had another arrival earlier in the week.
Stinky Pete, the craptastic Marmot.
I’m not sure if he actually lives under our deck, but we found the little bastage snooping around last fall and this last weekend we found him stretched out and enjoying the good life on one of our boulders.
After seeing us, he zipped to the edge of the deck and eyed us for a while before slipping underneath.
Two days later, the deck was covered what had to be that little sucker’s weight in craplets and the great outdoors was smelling 103% more musk-tastic than the usual season appropriate eau du pear-blossom.
I haven’t had to sweep the deck clean of any more Marmo-dumps this week, so I’m hoping our joint was more of a hostel/bed & breakfast than a summer home for the ungrateful slob. On the plus side, his musktastic funk seems to be fading– now a faint top-note as opposed to a punch to the olfactory’s sense of decency.
Good DAY to you, Stinky Pete.
