Things That Go "Woof" and "Scritch, Scritch" in the Night

This morning at around 4:30 or so Boomer the Cow Dog started barking and there were noises coming from the front porch. 

So I gathered up the artillery, went downstairs and grabbed the million candlepower spotlight and went out on the porch. 

There on the end of the porch was, totally oblivious of me, my light and pistol, a skunk. The light bothered the skunk not in the least as it chowed down on a wasp's nest. It was also apparently oblivious to wasp stings. Thus proving that the crazy nasty-ass honey badger ain't the only one that don't give a shit.