Seems we have a mild case of Otters. A family of the little stink bombs moved in under the boatshed while we were away. When that happens (more common than you might think) we have always sprinkled granulated bleach around their preferred area and that usually drives them away. But, we are out of granulated bleach. “Just have Dave, pee on ’em” said one of our long established neighbours who should know about these things.
“So, how long do I have to pee on them?”
“Until they are gone, silly!”
“If you were an otter, how long would you stick around if you were being peed on?”
“I would leave the second you started and I would never, ever come back.”
“Maybe you should be the one doing the peeing…?”
“No way. Males were built for that….peeing on others is easy for you….it’s harder for women.”
“But the neighbour who advised us is female. What are you saying, ‘for lack of a penis, she’s been overrun with with otters?”
“No. I am sure she improvises.”
“I wanna see that!”
“Fine. I’ll ask her to do a YOU-Tube. Now go do your duty!”
Peeing on an otter is not as easy as it sounds. And, for the record, it doesn’t sound easy at all. First off the otters choose a ‘hide-a-way’, tucked up under the boatshed. It might have two or three feet headroom. Most men can pee anywhere but some places are harder than others. Crouching down to less than three feet while standing on extremely irregular ground makes for some creative streaming that doesn’t always go where it was intended. But that is NOT the hard part.
The hard part was the instruction to pee ‘ON’ the otter. The instruction was not to pee in the vicinity of the otter but rather more specifically to find a way to douse the little fur-ball in offensive human urine. Preferably in the face! (OK, I made that part up but once the otter is trapped, it is gonna look at what is coming and that kinda suggests peeing-in-their-face to me.)
Otters can defend themselves, you know? They have razor sharp teeth. And they know how to use them. They bite. And what would be the most logical target for a desperate otter in such a circumstance? My guess? Hint: it is every man’s greatest fear.
One might end up simply feeding the otters and not driving them away at all. That would be a major disappointment and not in the least a small challenge for our First Aid kit. “I am having second thoughts about chasing otters with my dick hanging out. You sure you heard that right?”
“Why not pee in a bottle and then throw the bottle at the otter?”
“Now you’re talkin’….