here we are at the top of the hill and there's a skunk walking back and forth across both lanes of the road. every time we'd make an approach, hoping it'd dart off into the woods out of immense fear of..us, it would lift it's little heinie and prepare to shoot.
so deb wants to keep trying to get passed it or venture off into the woods to try to get by...but the thing kept on moving...and i kept screaming. :)
so, we finally called dad. buuuuut...he was no help. he just informed us that skunks can squirt up to 30 feet! he also suggested that we not provoke it as the smell would linger for days...which would include his back yard. it was a wonderful science lesson but it didn't get us off the dang hill.
so, i called joy. and with enough begging, pleading, and convincing screams of terror...she got in her 4-runner and drove up the little hill...and then drove us to the bottom...from whence we could conclude our hike.
i'm not going to point out how much she was loving that she rescued us "from a little skunk". (shut up, joy...it was freaking scary...and possibly horridly smelly.) :)
and a few minutes later...post-pewww...i was safe in my pot pourri home crossing pepe' off my favorite cartoon list.
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