A tale of a reluctant trapper

Jamie startled me awake in the middle of the night. She nonchalantly informed me, “You have something in your trap.” We peered shoulder-to-shoulder into the backyard. The moon illuminated a rectangular silhouette just off the back steps. Sure enough, the live trap I had set was tripped. The trap door was slammed shut, and the skunk we had been after for weeks was locked inside.

Great, now what?

Admittedly, I hadn’t played the scenario completely through. When we decided the skunk had to go, neither one of us wanted it dead. We settled on live trapping the beast and transporting it elsewhere. T...