The last blog hit a nerve with me. The mention of picking up road-kill skunks reminded me of the most evil thing that I ever did. It is confession time.
I was called to a location where a guy was using leg-hold traps in his yard. He was trying to catch his neighbor’s cats and caught a skunk instead. I was so angry that the guy was using leg-hold traps on any animal. I decided to school the guy. I might have gone too far. Way too far.
I planned to tranquilize the skunk and remove it outside our city. Every time I tapped the skunk it would attempt to spray me. I was much faster in those days. It wasn’t until I returned to the neighborhood a few months later that I realized that one tap would have been overkill, but why did I have to tap it six times? The only good that came out of that is that the guy never set that trap again.
Every time I smell the odor of skunk, I feel guilty. I have to live with that. If you are ever driving through Pullman Washington and smell skunk, I am so, so , sorry.