i haven't had much close-up time with any skunks but the two that i have met were polite and punctual!
Fresh out of high school, i got a job delivering rural newspapers. -By car, mind you; none of that bike pedalin' delivery boy shit. We delivered the good and heavy stuff while the daytime delivery kiddos were sleepin'. We hucked bagged news and coupons out the window a la drive-by. These weren't no nickel ads, my friends. We're talking a literal TON of newspapers piled in the back of the car. About half a mile between each house on average up in the hills and through the rich peoples' mansions in wine country. Drive a mile up a drive way, roll the window down and hurl a solid 5 pound roll of politics, pros, opinion pieces and stock prices at the front door. WHOOMP! Like angrily chucking a small infant onto an inner city orphanage stoop. Rinse and repeat from midnight to 8am. By the end of my first month, my arms were rock solid. Never thought one could get ripped throwing newspapers. i also got some pretty stellar aim too! On sundays we may as well have been delivering cinder blocks with all those thick ad sheets and inserts. No joke, i missed a front porch once and nailed a car's bumper in the driveway and dented it.
-Aaaaaaanyway, that's not what i was getting at...
Around the 5am mark of route, i had to deliver two papers at the end of a freakishly long mansions' driveway and u-turn at the end. At that point of the route, the sun was just peeking over the horizon and the driveway was heading East. Every single morning -without fail- there was a small family of skunks that would sit and wait for me at the end of the driveway, up atop a short hill in front of the sunrise. Like a scene from a documentary, 5 or 6 skunky silhouettes would be standing like meerkats, staring me down with glowing eyes highlighted by my headlights. i'd slowly back and turn the car around and head back down the driveway with the whole family in tow, chasing me back to the road. it was a cute event i got to witness every night at that point of my route. Always made me smile.
...and then i squished one.
The skunk family stopped chasing me after that.
i felt bad.
And it stunk.
And that made me feel worse.
My car smelled like skunk squish for a week.
So yeah... That's my skunk story.