I'm a little striped skunk....

[ramanth]

Don't get me wrong, I do feel bad for the skunk. I hate hurting animals.

I was on the highway and he just appeared out of nowhere and swerving just wasn't an option.

I said a prayer for the little stinky guy.

[Cinder & Smoke]

I was on the highway and he just appeared out of nowhere
and swerving just wasn't an option.

Years ago, the FurrMutts and I were motoring along (prolly 'a bit' too quickly
over one of our local rural and pot-hole marked imitation roads ... and
as we crested a littlle blind rise in the boulevard ...

O.M.G. ...
Sun - uvvaa - Bbbbbbbbbb ...!!!
I jammed on the brakes ... the Protectives began ***YAPPIN*** like
the world was ending ...

"Geeeeeze, Dad --- Ya *SMOOSHED* da whole FAMBILY!
Ya wiped 'em out ... no survivors ... Kat Gutz ebberywhere!
How kuld ya?"

By now we'd laid rubber for 50 feet, and were stoped at a jaunty angle
which allowed the ditch to appear in the right mirror.
And contrary to earlier shouted reports ... the were NO fatalities - nor even
a squished tail, among the considerable mob af SKUNQUES we'd just dodged.
However,
MOM Skunque was NOT impressed with our skillful avoidance of her little
Army of Stinkers;
and promptly called her Troop to formation for a retallitory first strike.


I didn't get an accurate count; but I'd estimate she had at least a dozen
lil Gunners in formation facing the ditch, B&W Tails raised in unison ...

Uhhhhht-Ohhhhhhh ...
There was a >gasp< from the back seat ...
Daaaaaaad ... we better get OUTTA Here - NOW!
Y'know, they might not be KATs ...

Yup .. they weren't KATz, that was fur sure!

They might have been young enough to stick with Mom,
but they were well-versed in the ancient art of STINK-Gunning the opposition ...

We'd come to a stop right beside their safe spot beside the ditch ...
all she had to do was give the commands:
* Troop, Ten-SHUN!
* Taills UP
* Ready, Aim,
* FIRE *

The STENCH was dreadfull ...

Four Quarters at the coin-op on only the right side ...
you'd never know we were there!

The poor bus sat outside in a distant corner of the driveway for a week -
and it still stunk in the house!

We turned heads (and NOSES) everywhere we went for almost a month.