I was on my way back from Rob 'Mule' Hughes' place last evening around midnight, walking down the north side of the 300 block of W. 11th Avenue. I turned the corner to head north on Yukon Street, and what do I see coming toward me but a large skunk.
My first instinct when I come across animals like this is to get as close as possible to them without disturbing them (indeed, I had just had a conversation with the Mule that touched on sea otters and seals at the gulf islands). So I'm thinking I'll sneak up on the snunk, then I think "what the fuck I'm I doing? It's a frigging skunk! It'll spray me and render my duds unwearable!"
So I cross to the other side of Yukon, just in front of City Hall's East Wing, and watch the skunk meander up the street, onto West 11th, and into someone's yard.
As I walked along I was thinking how this is exactly the thing I'd call and tell my dad about the next day. A skunk in the city. It's just the kind of thing he'd get a kick out of.
Me: "I saw a snunk last night, near City Hall."
Dad: "Yeah? I've seen a few skunks hanging around around there myself."
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