OK, maybe I’m exaggerating the title. I wasn’t actually attacked by fornicating skunks—they just gave me really dirty looks when I interrupted their lovemaking, but it was still a scary and angst-ridden encounter (see how I cleverly worked in our “flavah of the week” topic).
But before I go any further, you may be wondering why I am writing about this subject. As regular readers of my “How To Survive” series already know, I try to offer helpful hints on how to survive common situations that you may encounter in your daily life. Well, it just so happens that February is the start of skunk mating season and should you ever find yourself in a similar dilemma to the one I faced on a cold February night a few years ago, you should be educated about your options.
