Last week, on a particularly warm summery day, John and I decided to take the kids for an evening walk to my sister Jewel's house. We don't live far from her, but the walk involved crossing through a couple of alleys overgrown with lush, tall grass.
As we neared my sisters house I glanced down to my left and jumped- startled to see that Sam had almost stepped on an itty bitty little SKUNK!! The funny thing is that the skunk was playing around a giant steal trap, door lifted and ready. I instinctively started backing away from it and encouraged the kids to do the same. I've always heard that "baby skunks can't spray" you, but I wasn't about to take any chances, so we RAN the rest of the way to Jewels house.
After visiting with Jewel, Kendall and the kids for awhile we gathered up our things (and our courage) and prepared to head for home. I was a little bit nervous we'd encounter that skunk again, but I figured that surely it has moved on by this point. That turned out not to be the case, and as we approached the trap this time around, we laughed to see that little baby skunk happily rooting around inside of it - trap door still open! (The little thing was to light to set it off)
I pushed John towards the trap and told him to put the door down securing that baby skunk inside.

We ran and got Jewel and her kids, and we all sat there for awhile enjoying how cute it was.
And, it really really was cute!

Naturally, the skunk was named "Bob," because, well doesn't that sound like the perfect name for a skunk?
The poor thing was so scared of us, it kept its tail up the entire time, and was constantly turning itself so that it's bum faced us. It seemed to be "trying" to spray us, and I remember feeling pretty darn thankful that baby skunks don't spray!!

After a few minutes of this we grew tired of scaring the poor thing, and one of Jewel's neighbors prepared to haul it away to a ..."safer place." (At least that's what he said he was going to do with it;)
We said our goodbyes, and headed on home.
As we walked home though I began to notice the faint mild aroma of a skunk. That little stinker had been more successful in its attempts than I'd originally thought!!! Luckily, it was a wee little thing, and the stink that remained on us was somewhat subtle, and much less putrid then it could have been, that's for sure.
But boy am I glad John wouldn't let us keep it as a pet!!!




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