I don’t fuck with skunks. I remember when I was in 5th or 6th grade, my family had rented a cabin by a lake in the middle of nowhere and my sisters were driving me crazy enough that I just went outside and sat on the steps after dinner- just to be able to think- and a big ass skunk came around the corner, walking with its head down. It almost walked into me, didn’t stop until it picked its head up maybe four or five feet away. I didn’t twitch while it stood there and looked me over. It was probably only thirty seconds before it turned around and went back the way it came but it felt like an hour.
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