I Had a Skunk Encounter
Having a very fragrant Skunktember!
It's been a very long time, 2 months exactly it seems, since I was last perfumed, so to celebrate Skunktember I decided that despite the fact I have to go in to work tomorrow night I just HAD to get at least a misting, and knew full well that a misting is never enough. Once you start skunkseeking and get a taste you want the whole thing!
I suited up in everything BUT my coveralls (figuring since I had them on previously and still was skunky afterward that I might as well go for broke, right?) and put anything I didn't want to risk being contaminated in their usual spots, then drove off and arrived at the lake at about 1:14 a.m. or so. I was lucky to find a skunk right away, but had to creep slowly and act innocent for a while since I saw a cop escorting someone in a truck out of the park (probably for fishing without a license, who knows?), and didn't want to draw any attention to my chasing activities.
The first little stinker turned and scooted, then quickly darted away from me, and I made sure to at the very least not let him escape without misting me, and when another skunk walked by I didn't let him go easily either. I had my sprayed plush skunk Penelope with me and tossed her at each skunk I chased in case I couldn't get hit myself, wanting to refresh her perfume for a nice fragrant memento as always. The skunks didn't spare her or me, and just with the first 3 skunks I found within the span of 10 minutes I was misted on both arms (and almost certainly my pants and shirt) and blasted hard across my forehead, which tingled nicely as it sank into my hair and scalp.
Re-experiencing that level of skunk spray potency in all its sweet musky glory is, one might argue, as euphoric as rediscovering love. I know I certainly feel that way, which only furthers my theory that I'm a skunk musk addict. Anyhow, as I continued to wander the park I headed East away from the area I'd just chased in, since the skunks had no intention of coming out of their drainage pipe hiding spaces anytime soon, and I soon found another little skunk along the links, whom I managed to get a full shot in the chest from (which of course my skunky shirt absorbed) as well as a bit more misting and further perfuming of Penelope.
Further east toward the street I found yet more skunks, I believe at least 2 more a few minutes apart from one another. The first ran hard enough that my legs got too fatigued for me to keep up and despite a few mists he darted into the marshy area. The second, however, I managed to get to mist me a few times, always rather fun, and to nail Penelope rather generously, which tipped me off that he must have nice full glands. I simply had to push for as heavy a skunking as possible, and as I finally sprinted and got his tail again, he sprayed most skillfully DIRECTLY into my eyes! The intense burning hit at once, and while I continued to sweet-talk the skunk and thank him for his lovely spray I did say "Awwww, sweetie, you've blinded me" which he didn't seem to be very sympathetic about, still facing me down as I bl<x>inked rapidly, then running off when I sat down to rub and bl<x>ink my eyes clean.
While I didn't have my wristwatch with me to count the actual time, I did play the Jeopardy theme in my head several times while the painful burning continued on (since it's exactly 30 seconds long, you can use it to count seconds), and I think I was only blinded for about 3-4 minutes maximum. The pain still lingered afterwards but was much milder and soon faded entirely as I'd cried the rest of the oil out.
I'll be honest, I think I lost count of how many skunks I chased tonight, but it seems like it was around 7-8, and there were many signs of a healthy skunk population at the lake (lots of funnel-shaped holes where they'd been digging for grubs, which I'm worried may evoke the wrath of the groundskeepers since they're digging up the greens on the golf course), and they're certainly well-armed and very cute. If I had a spare camera I'd probably have snapped some pics or taken video for you guys, it's always fun to get live spray footage. Alas, the only camera I have is my smartphone and obviously I need to keep it as odor-free as possible.
My shirt was so badly sprayed I had to take it off to prevent skunking up my car, and in fact I am very glad that I put a towel on both driver's and passenger's side seats because when I got out of my car I noticed my heavily-skunked pants had contaminated the towel I sat on. I'm really worried that I might've finally skunked up my nice new car given how small it is and how often my legs touched the sides of the floor and panels x.x As much as I'd enjoy the smell, it would contaminate me every single time I drove it and get me in trouble at work again. Speaking of which, since I have work at 5 p.m. I'll have to have my friend come over in the morning to sniff-test me, and if he can't make it I'm completely on my own for deodorizing, which is no fun at all. Damn, I wish I had a work-at-home job or outdoorsy job where you can reek and no one cares!
It's been a very long time, 2 months exactly it seems, since I was last perfumed, so to celebrate Skunktember I decided that despite the fact I have to go in to work tomorrow night I just HAD to get at least a misting, and knew full well that a misting is never enough. Once you start skunkseeking and get a taste you want the whole thing!
I suited up in everything BUT my coveralls (figuring since I had them on previously and still was skunky afterward that I might as well go for broke, right?) and put anything I didn't want to risk being contaminated in their usual spots, then drove off and arrived at the lake at about 1:14 a.m. or so. I was lucky to find a skunk right away, but had to creep slowly and act innocent for a while since I saw a cop escorting someone in a truck out of the park (probably for fishing without a license, who knows?), and didn't want to draw any attention to my chasing activities.
The first little stinker turned and scooted, then quickly darted away from me, and I made sure to at the very least not let him escape without misting me, and when another skunk walked by I didn't let him go easily either. I had my sprayed plush skunk Penelope with me and tossed her at each skunk I chased in case I couldn't get hit myself, wanting to refresh her perfume for a nice fragrant memento as always. The skunks didn't spare her or me, and just with the first 3 skunks I found within the span of 10 minutes I was misted on both arms (and almost certainly my pants and shirt) and blasted hard across my forehead, which tingled nicely as it sank into my hair and scalp.
Re-experiencing that level of skunk spray potency in all its sweet musky glory is, one might argue, as euphoric as rediscovering love. I know I certainly feel that way, which only furthers my theory that I'm a skunk musk addict. Anyhow, as I continued to wander the park I headed East away from the area I'd just chased in, since the skunks had no intention of coming out of their drainage pipe hiding spaces anytime soon, and I soon found another little skunk along the links, whom I managed to get a full shot in the chest from (which of course my skunky shirt absorbed) as well as a bit more misting and further perfuming of Penelope.
Further east toward the street I found yet more skunks, I believe at least 2 more a few minutes apart from one another. The first ran hard enough that my legs got too fatigued for me to keep up and despite a few mists he darted into the marshy area. The second, however, I managed to get to mist me a few times, always rather fun, and to nail Penelope rather generously, which tipped me off that he must have nice full glands. I simply had to push for as heavy a skunking as possible, and as I finally sprinted and got his tail again, he sprayed most skillfully DIRECTLY into my eyes! The intense burning hit at once, and while I continued to sweet-talk the skunk and thank him for his lovely spray I did say "Awwww, sweetie, you've blinded me" which he didn't seem to be very sympathetic about, still facing me down as I bl<x>inked rapidly, then running off when I sat down to rub and bl<x>ink my eyes clean.
While I didn't have my wristwatch with me to count the actual time, I did play the Jeopardy theme in my head several times while the painful burning continued on (since it's exactly 30 seconds long, you can use it to count seconds), and I think I was only blinded for about 3-4 minutes maximum. The pain still lingered afterwards but was much milder and soon faded entirely as I'd cried the rest of the oil out.
I'll be honest, I think I lost count of how many skunks I chased tonight, but it seems like it was around 7-8, and there were many signs of a healthy skunk population at the lake (lots of funnel-shaped holes where they'd been digging for grubs, which I'm worried may evoke the wrath of the groundskeepers since they're digging up the greens on the golf course), and they're certainly well-armed and very cute. If I had a spare camera I'd probably have snapped some pics or taken video for you guys, it's always fun to get live spray footage. Alas, the only camera I have is my smartphone and obviously I need to keep it as odor-free as possible.
My shirt was so badly sprayed I had to take it off to prevent skunking up my car, and in fact I am very glad that I put a towel on both driver's and passenger's side seats because when I got out of my car I noticed my heavily-skunked pants had contaminated the towel I sat on. I'm really worried that I might've finally skunked up my nice new car given how small it is and how often my legs touched the sides of the floor and panels x.x As much as I'd enjoy the smell, it would contaminate me every single time I drove it and get me in trouble at work again. Speaking of which, since I have work at 5 p.m. I'll have to have my friend come over in the morning to sniff-test me, and if he can't make it I'm completely on my own for deodorizing, which is no fun at all. Damn, I wish I had a work-at-home job or outdoorsy job where you can reek and no one cares!
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