What’s not to love about skunks?
They’re friendly, handsome animals who never raise a stink unless they’re threatened—more than can be said (sniff, sniff) for some of us homeless folks; particularly in the sticky, stinky summertime.
Skunks can be inconvenient if you’re a binner and you find one ahead of you on your “trap line”. Blue bin for blue bin, Dumpster for Dumpster, the slinky little varmints will—likely as not—trace the same path you want to take.
Just getting up so this is…Pepé’s breakfast?
Unless and until they find food, skunks don’t particularly loiter as they sniff their way along. So if you’re trying to give them some room, they don’t slow you down much. And it’s fun to watch the sinuous, hoppy way they scamper about.
Skunks in Fairview and Kitsilano seem to be neither particularly frightened nor impressed by people.
I have interrupted skunks at night—with a 90-lumen headlamp—as they were preoccupied with eating out of Dumpsters, and I have never once come close to being sprayed. They either recovered their composure quickly or didn’t so much as skip a beat in what they were doing.
What they always want to be doing apparently—eating.
Skunks will always make time in their busy schedule for a dog, though. I believe this is a contractual obligation they have.
If skunks were not put on this earth for the express purpose of demonstrating the stupidity of dogs, then I’m sure it’s part of their service agreement.