The Rustler

I was calmly hanging clothes on the line, bringing in the ones that were dry. I heard the rustle, but there are leaves on the trees, there is a breeze in the branches. Not a big deal. But I hear it again. *rustle rustle*
I glance around. There are also dogs and cats and children and birds that are likely to be in the vicinity.
*rustle rustle*
Hmmmm, I walk over to the south side of the house.
*rustle rustle*
There is a hole under the house that I observe and I see a little black nose moving, more rustling. Then TAAA-DAAAAA!!!!!
The skunk jumps out of the hole and starts to mosey toward me.
I beat a hasty retreat.