It's a bit nutty

The other night when I was home alone I went outside to visit Luke. I knew there was nothing to be afraid of, considering the 7-foot fence around my brother's back yard, but I was still just a little bit on edge about being outside after 10 p.m. I became even more wary when I opened the door and smelled skunk. Finally, after nearly a minute of sitting with the cat and scanning the yard for movement, I gave in to my fear and went back into the house. I tapped on the window and told Luke not to worry, that no animal would be able to get through the fence, and then I promptly headed to my room. A skunk wouldn't be able to get into the yard - and there is no way it would be able to get in the house - yet for some reason I didn't feel safe until my bedroom door was securely shut. Silly, right?