Until recently I thought I had a skunk visiting under my house. not a permanent resident, but a frequent guest. it is harder to know than you might think, because the disgusting creatures get flattened on Route 1 twice a week. a couple days ago I heard the tin roof stored outside my bedroom window, then I heard something in the house. I'm expecting packrat. When the noise showed up in my bedroom I turned on the light and found myself eye to eye with a small skunk. fortunately, he was in the low stink mode. four stripes, all coming back from the nose. ergo Quatrostanky. if you ever saw that scene in that old Disney Sunday night TV show, the one where that girl rescued the ( badger otter mink crow ) and it went on a rampage and made a mess 45 minutes into the show: apparently, so did the skunk. if you try chemical warfare against the skunk remember who here is the pro. you could cap it, I certainly have the technology. setting aside his parting shot, fur bearing animals have fleas. fleas carry bubonic plague and rabies. fleas jump off the animal they reside on the instant the host dies, to the nearest fur bearing mammal, which is the guy who picks up their stinking carcass which leaves the live trap. we have a new Tractor Supply in town, they have live traps. live trap triggers are designed for creatures with a dog type body density. a skunk is more cat like. you have to do a trigger job. fortunately I did not know this. I baited it with sardines, as mentioned here recently. nada. I baited it with Chicken Maple sausage. he ate it but the trap did not trigger. I reshaped the trigger. the bottom was a flat line. I reshaped it like the tip of a ski. you can set it to be more or less sensitive. the cook in my favorite restaurant gave me a bag of meat scraps. when he got into the house tonight I nuked them to revive the aroma. set up the trap. he ate the food but did not trip the trigger. now he trusts the trap. when he left, I took the trap out to where he gets in - I am going to have to move a mountain of metal to find the entrance - and I set the trap up, tilted food end down, so he would have to stand on the trigger to get the food an hour later, big stink, shake, rattle, roll. got the SOB. he will be going to "live on a farm" tomorrow morning. This is a farm, but he won't be living here.