Thanks for all the responses. I really do not want to smell moth balls
and I won't have them killed. So I guess I will just keep on trapping
them and hope once all are out they won't come back. It's only a can
of tuna to bait them...
You definitely don't want to smell mothballs on a regular basis --
they're toxic. And, as someone who has had skunks not only nesting
under her house, but who had them spray there, I can testify that
mothballs do not seem to have a deterrent effect on the skunks, nor do
they mask the odor; they just compound it. Wish I could have gotten
that idiot landlord to understand that when he kept "fixing" the
situation by strewing mothballs all over the yard. He was fixated on
how much easier that was than repairing the so-called foundation
(read: WWII ammo boxes) that allowed them access.
We had good luck getting rid of raccoons with a product that simulated
coyote urine. I understand that for skunks, you need fox urine. You can
buy some here http://www.predatorpee.com/ and probably many other
places. Just sprinkle it around your property and the skunks will
leave, thinking there is a predator nearby.
Here\'s some of my work:
Get a cat. You'll need a mutant, junkyard cat, but they do exist. My best
"pestinator" cat used to frequently bring home dead skunks, racoons, and
possum, in addition to rabbits and assorted rodents. She only got skunked
once, so she was VERY good at sneaking up on them, apparently. She even went
after wild turkeys, but only once. I guess they were bigger and less
tempting up close. Even she didn't mess with the woodchuck, though.
My worst mouser chased deer, although he was more dog than cat. He never did
get one, of course, but they actually ran from him, lord knows why!
Funny (now) skunk-trapping story: Our mutual landlord trapped 22 (!!)
skunks from under my neighbor's back porch, then closed up the access
hole with hardware cloth. Several days later, the neighbor walked
into her kitchen to discover a skunk sitting in the middle of floor
eating from her dog's box of Milk Bones. It seems one skunk had been
inadvertently left under the porch and, in desperation, had gnawed its
way up through the kitchen floor. I asked her what she did, and she
said first she ran upstairs to get the dog so it wouldn't startle the
skunk. Then, dog in hand, she crept out the front door around to the
back, carefully opened that door, and waited for the skunk to leave.
As she said, "It wasn't as if I could shoo it with a broom!"
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