So I was walking back from class one evening with a friend who shall remain anonymous--okay, it was Jon--and he mentioned his uneasiness at the state of the half-moon as of late.
J: It's tilted.
J: It's TILTED.
Me: I know.
J: It's supposed to be 12 to 6, like the hands of a clock.
J:Global warming. We're totally screwed.
Me: No, Jon, I think it just does that...
And right about then, I heard a rustling to my right. We paused. Black, white, fluffy. Undulating along the line of bushes that borders the library.
Me: Move away, very, very, slowly.
And that is how we didn't get sprayed by a skunk on Sunday night.
Yes, I have class on Sunday.