LOL! Hey, I hadta ask!
When I bought my house, I soon learned to associate my new county with the smell of skunk. Finally came the day when one got smushed on the road in front of my neighbor’s house. Seeing as how nice he and his wife had been to me, I truly intended to dispose of the carcass for them. I got up there next to the thing, took a look at my short-handled shovel, and decided I wanted to keep it too much to use it. (Even breathing through my mouth my sinuses burned.) Having approached the disgusting mess with the best of intentions, I crept away with my tail between my legs.
If you can ever hunt down a copy of Bill Mauldin’s “A Sort of a Saga” about his childhood in rural New Mexico, it’s got an interesting story about skunks.