Memory Monday: Do You Smell That?
The first time I took a direct hit from a skunk was the day of my mom’s memorial. We had taken in orphaned kits after they lost their mother. Some young boys found the babies after they left their den and, thankfully, brought them to their mom so they could get help. My sister was in town for the memorial, and we stopped by the rehab house where the skunks were staying. I was moving them when I missed a very important signal. One of the babies got scared and “U’d up.” That little stomp, twist, and tail raise into position is the skunk’s final warning. Ignore it and move forward and… well… consequences. Skunks aren’t fully loaded until around three months old, but as babies they still have a defense system. It’s just a tiny drop, but don’t be fooled. It is accurate and very potent. Anyway, I took the hit. I wasn’t worried about it at all. It’s part of the job, and I was confident I could handle it once I got home. On the drive back, my sister got hungry and I suggested stopping for breakfast tacos from this amazing little place just off the beaten path. She agreed, then said, “Cool, we’ll eat in the car.” I said, “You are not eating in my car. We will eat there.” She looked at me and said, “But you stink.” In which I responded with conviction, “I don’t care. No eating in my car.” So, we enjoyed delicious tacos inside the restaurant and reminisced about Mom. No one said a word around us, and honestly, I didn’t even pay attention. I was just doing me. When we got back home, I went upstairs, took my clothes off, threw them straight in the washer, took a shower, and presto… skunk smell gone. We were ready to celebrate Mom in a way that honored the beauty and fun she was. I know she would have gotten a kick out of the baby skunk incident too. Skunks are amazing. Even when they spray you on the worst day of your life. 🦨💚