I Don’t Remember Dropping the Skunk!

I learned a lot about life growing up on a farm. One day as we were driving to church a family of skunks crossed the road in front of us. My dad slammed on the brakes and shouted. “Grab one of the little ones Ken.” I usually obeyed my dad without question but I remember looking at him like he had lost his mind.

He pushed me toward the skunks. “If you get his back legs off the ground he can’t squirt you. Grab one hurry!”

I grabbed the smallest critter by the tail and held him at face level. He turned his head to look at me. I’m sure skunks call this “taking aim.”

Then he let me have it.

I don’t remember dropping the skunk but I do remember trying to breathe.

My mom made me take a bath in tomato juice. Then we proceeded to church. Nothing short of death could keep our family from church.

Here are the things I learned that day:

  • Don’t pick up skunks.
  • No matter how fast you drop a skunk, it won’t be fast enough.
  • Bathing in tomato juice does not remove skunk smell from a child. However it does ruin a lot of tomato juice.
  • If you go to church after being sprayed by a skunk you will have a “phew” to yourself, if you get my drift.
  • Dad’s don’t know everything.
  • Lots of life lessons there. I’m sure you get the drift. Lighten up and live.