After reading these 2 stories, I'd love to meet a skunk in life. I'm very good with cats (I've had them as pets in the family my whole life and before hand...) so I know how to not startle them (unless I want to be mean). Skunks sound like they'd make wonderful pets (if you bred out the stink-vat)
Christopher Pratt <luigimario87_at_yahoo.com> wrote: --- In SkunkworksAMA_at_yahoogroups.com, KitFox <kitfox@...> wrote:
>
>
> >--- In SkunkworksAMA_at_yahoogroups.com, "sirfoxxie" <sirfox_at_> wrote:
> > > folks, we're getting rather off-topic again. Could you take any
> > > anti-virus software advice and/or flames to private email?
>
> At 08:33 PM 12/3/2006, hairygosimer wrote:
> >I agree.....
>
> I both agree, and see you agreement and raise you a topic...
>
> Who out there on this list has had any real life skunk encounters?
Live
> ones, not roadkill. Good encounters, bad encounters, whichever.
>
> So I was sitting on the step of the walkway petting the two
neighborhood
> cats. Cold day (25F) and my nose was non-operational. The cats
were happy
> to rub against me and climb repeatedly over my lap.
>
> Something else nosed at my back, and I figured it was either a dog or
> another cat, since the two cats took one look at it, hissed, and
scampered
> off. The intruder wandered around beside me, rubbing against me the
whole
> way, and seemed friendly enough, so I reached down to pet it. Odd
> shape... Weird fur... Huh? *Glance down at skunk that was sniffing
my leg*
>
> I contemplated freaking out and running, but the darn things can
spray 20
> feet, so startling it would be a bad idea. I just got that sort of
deer in
> the headlights facing oncoming doom type of frozen status. The
skunk just
> happily climbed into my lap and flopped there for warmth. So I was
stuck
> with a dilemma... How does one evict a lap skunk without getting
sprayed?
>
> I was saved shortly afterwards when another pedestrian wandered by. He
> noted that that thing on my lap looked an awful lot like a skunk. He
> approached, wondering how I got a pet skunk. The skunk took affront
at the
> invasion and climbed off my lap, doing the signature handstand at
the guy,
> who I quickly informed that it was NOT my skunk, and coming closer
probably
> wasn't a good idea. So he backed off.
>
> The skunk apparently decided my lap was too close to a high-traffic
area
> and vanished under the bushes nearby, leaving me skunkless and safe.
Was a
> heck of a time explaining it to the guy, but he thought it was
amusing anyway.
>
> Any other live skunk stories of any type? Details! Need details!
>
Yis.
I have encountered many skunks as I have formed a hobby of actually
hunting them down, obviously I'm not stupid enough to pester them,
just view and study.
I have been sprayed before though, got to close as a kid, and well,
got sprayed. Fortunatly it didn't get near my face, so I was fine.
My favorite is actually when a skunk came to me, much like the one
whom explored your lap.
However, living out in the back hills of NY, it was up to me to decide
how to make my exit without scaring the poor thing.
Well, I was just walking about in the evening as I frequently did,
waiting to see deer or a rabbit or what have you, and then it popped
out of the bushes, had to be around nine at night or so during august
of 2003, around a blink and you miss it "village" called Trumansburg,
it walked curiously down the road towards me, so I stopped and
kneeled, we had to have stared eachother down (I never looked directly
into it's eyes) for what seemed like hours, the sun had pretty much
vanished by the time the skunk wandered near enough for me to reach.
The only light was the moon and the distant yet bright light of my porch.
At first it seemed threatened, but then slowly became more curious, so
it's body language had led me to believe, it's tail had gone down by a
significant margin after a while.
I had lowered my hand in a completely flat position palm up, in front
of it, distance of about one foot maintained between my hand and it's
nose, eventually the little thing advanced and actually sniffed my
hand and then briefly layed a front paw on my finger tips (very long
claws) as if looking for some sort of food, unfortunatly I had nothing
to give it. Shortly after, it finally got bored and tromped off into
the darkness, so I returned home.
Signed by your friend and mine,
The Cat =^.^=
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