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What a cute and charming little animal. I’ve had two skunk encounters. Many years ago, east of Denver, I was trying to approach an electrical service entrance for a rural home and saw a skunk. I did what I usually did when I saw a wild animal, made a little noise and let the critter know I was coming. Most animals flee when I did this, but I ended up being the one that fled, 180 man, chased by a skunk that probably didn’t exceed four or five pounds. 🙂
I also caught a small female skunk in a no-harm trap, about six feet from where I am right now, just outside my bedroom wall. I went to let it out, by covering the top of the trap with an old blanket, to avoid being sprayed, donned a pair of gloves, opening the cage with my right hand, while the skunk sniffed the gloved fingers of my left hand. 🙂
I have a weakness for skunks, too. They are pretty, too.
They are cute creatures. Around here, they can be a problem. For some reason, they like to spray near the portal for my crawl space. It may be territorial, because for a while it was happening daily, and I couldn’t stand going anywhere near that part of the house until the sun burned off the odor, in mid morning.
The one I trapped was small, apparently an adult female. It was quite cute, and almost friendly. It didn’t want to be in that cage, and I couldn’t blame it. I felt bad to see such a cute little thing trapped. I had been trying to catch whomever was spraying in my back yard, but a small female skunk is small enough to raise its tail in the trap, and thereby, I couldn’t relocate it, without the risk of being sprayed, myself.