" Watching Sunday Justice in court got Kya thinking about how her family had never had a pet. Not one dog or cat. The only thing close was the female skunk- a silky, slinky, and sassy creature- who lived under the shack. Ma called her Chanel.
After a few near misses, they'd gotten to know one another, and Chanel became very polite, only flashing her armament when the kids got too rowdy. She'd come and go, sometimes within feet of whoever was coming up or down the brick 'n' boards.
Every spring she'd escort her little kits on forays into the oak woods and along the slipstreams. Them scurrying behind, running into and over one another in black-and-white confusions.
Pa, of course, was always threatening to get rid of her, but Jodie, showing maturity far beyond his father's, deadpanned, "Another one'll just move in, and I always reckoned it's better the skunk ya know than the skunk ya don't know. "

― Delia Owens , Where the Crawdads Sing