I was afraid for my life

This sounds like an exaggeration.  I assure you, it is not.
It's trash day, which means I have to go out into the backyard and finagle the trashcans through the garage and out into the alley way.  Easy.

Tonight I was trying to take the kitchen trash to the cans.  We may or may not have over filled this bag.  I had to carry the the entire trashcan out to the big cans.  I was mid lift in trying to dump it when it happened.  A rustling in the bushes.  And in case you are wondering YES it was exactly like t sounds!  Like a friggin horror movie!  I screamed and turned around.  I met its eyes.  Holy crap balls.  Its a friggin skunk.  I am going to die (aka get sprayed and hate life).  I actually experienced sheer terror.  I am by myself.  There is no help.  If this skunk decides that it is going to throw down, I am screwed.

I ran!  I ran to the back door.  IT CHASED ME TO THE DOOR.  OMG it chased me to the door.  So here I am, sitting in the dark, peering out of the window trying to plan how I am going to get my kitchen trash can back without meeting my demise by the hands (or butt) of a skunk.  This is really sad.  I don't care.  IT scared me and now it is holding me hostage.

If I don't blog tomorrow, you will know that I lost to the dreaded black and white villain that is currently taunting me from the bushes.