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Our family had a cabin at Lake of the Ozarks when I was growing up. One year we had a family of skunks nearby. No problem. We ignored them and they ignored us - mostly.
My dad's favorite thing to grill was hamburgers with lots of barbecue sauce cooked on. After he was done he'd hang the grill off the side of the pit.
The skunks would show up to lick the grill as soon as we went inside. We didn't mind except the grill would still be hot. They would lick and then cry. Rinse, repeat.
For most of dinner time we'd have to listen to the skunks crying. But nobody felt like trying to make them leave.
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