In the evening I sat outside and started picking through the dry fleece. Quite frankly, this is the one part of working with fleece I don't enjoy. I do it...but I don't like it. Sort of like having to eat brussle sprouts when I was growing up. I pick out vegetable matter and pieces of fleece that has a lot of veggetable matter bits in it and toss it on the ground. When I'm all finished I'll pick up the bits and pieces of fleece, figuring the lawn mower won't like it. Since I'm not finished I left the mess on the ground until today's pick through is done.
This morning when I came downstairs just before 6:00 Hon was alread up. I showed him the whole fleece I cleaned and dried, having left it on the laundry counter so I can set it back out to finish drying a few spots this morning. He told me when he got in about 1:15 this morning and got out of the car there was a strong skunk smell in the air. One that makes you stop and look around because it has to be close by. He said the moon was out and as he was walking on the driveway, looking for the skunk, he spotted it right on the grass next to the patio, the white shining in the moonlight. He gave that skunk a wiiiiide birth, walking quick to get to the house before it made it's move. Then when he opened the door he saw my fleece on the counter. Did I mention it is white with black? And, of course, I had to laugh. Smiling & Waving, Sharon