Alright, we might as well get this one started.
A few weeks ago I took the dog out for a run before work. It was pitch black and I was on my ebike going way too fast. Suddenly, right in front of me the dog is in the middle of the trail going nuts. I slammed on my brakes and skidded to a stop… right in front of a skunk. It was too late, I got nailed. I headed for home, pissed off, still going way too fast when I look and there’s another skunk right in front of me. Instead of slamming on the brakes and stopping on top of the skunk, I bailed off the trail to the right, determined not to make the same mistake. At the exact same time the skunk also decided to bail off the same side of the trail. We ended up tangled together in the long grass and I got sprayed again. I called into work and told my manager I got sprayed by two skunks and I’d be late. She told me to take all the time I needed.
The kids were going to be late for school and I had no hydrogen peroxide or baking soda in the house to douse myself with, so we headed to school with the truck windows down. I’m now known as “The Skunk Dad” at their school. They had to open all the windows around the office after I left to air it out. I then stunk up the local grocery store buying supplies for skunk solution. My wife was not impressed with the situation or my new nickname (I told her if I’m The Skunk Dad she’s, by default, The Skunk Mom.) The damn dog, who was the instigator in the whole mess, got off scot-free.
I figured if a guy gets sprayed by two skunks in one morning, there’s too many skunks around. I set out a live trap on Sunday and skinned my first critter tonight.
And thus, the 2025/2026 trapping season has officially begun.
A few weeks ago I took the dog out for a run before work. It was pitch black and I was on my ebike going way too fast. Suddenly, right in front of me the dog is in the middle of the trail going nuts. I slammed on my brakes and skidded to a stop… right in front of a skunk. It was too late, I got nailed. I headed for home, pissed off, still going way too fast when I look and there’s another skunk right in front of me. Instead of slamming on the brakes and stopping on top of the skunk, I bailed off the trail to the right, determined not to make the same mistake. At the exact same time the skunk also decided to bail off the same side of the trail. We ended up tangled together in the long grass and I got sprayed again. I called into work and told my manager I got sprayed by two skunks and I’d be late. She told me to take all the time I needed.
The kids were going to be late for school and I had no hydrogen peroxide or baking soda in the house to douse myself with, so we headed to school with the truck windows down. I’m now known as “The Skunk Dad” at their school. They had to open all the windows around the office after I left to air it out. I then stunk up the local grocery store buying supplies for skunk solution. My wife was not impressed with the situation or my new nickname (I told her if I’m The Skunk Dad she’s, by default, The Skunk Mom.) The damn dog, who was the instigator in the whole mess, got off scot-free.
I figured if a guy gets sprayed by two skunks in one morning, there’s too many skunks around. I set out a live trap on Sunday and skinned my first critter tonight.
And thus, the 2025/2026 trapping season has officially begun.
