"BACK  FIRE" It hadn't  happened theretofore: I failed to close my cellar door. A civet cat, with  stripe of white, Down in my basement spent the night. A trail of bread-crumbs 'cross the floor, Up the steps and out the door, Past the clothesline to a thicket, Betcha that would be the ticket. Skunks are smart, but I can beat 'em; Let him eat his way to freedom. Trail is laid. I wait an hour. Take a peek. My plan turned sour! I'm such a fool, and what is worse, The scheme worked great, but in reverse! I feel so stupid!  Holy cow! I've TWO skunks in my basement now!