Skunked.

I recently had that moment of transitional shock, the moment where I knew I no longer lived in Capitol Hill anymore. On the walk down from the car to the apartment last night, I thought I saw the neighbors cat cut in front of my path. As I continued to walk closer, I realized it was not AT ALL the cat, but a black furry thing with a white strip.



I didn't have enough time to move at all when I heard this "HSSSSSSSSS" sound. (Noel told me later that he heard the hsssss from inside the apartment. ) I smelled it instantly, and fled running into the street wailing and screaming for Noel. I am pretty sure I woke up the entire neighborhood with my blubbering yelling.


SKUNKED.

The smell was horrible- on my phone, my hair, my keys, my jacket, my pants. I could feel it seeping into my skin before I had to strip naked outside of our apartment and sit isolated in the bathroom until Noel came back with some potion concoted with hydrogen peroxide, dish soap, baking soda, and bleach for me to bathe in.




Noel saved the day, and now I know we no longer live in a safe place away from attacking rodents (I must interject here that Julia did remind me about the mouse we named Mickey who lived in our apartment. She did say a skunk is 50 times worse than a mickey, anc I completely agree, especially with the 50 times worse.) I didnt think I would miss the concrete jungle as much as I did in that moment. I thought I moved to a nice quaint college town. In the midsts of my bubbling and hysteria, Noel did remind me that UVA had a rabid fox roaming campus for a while.

It was more than just a traumatizing experience. I still smell skunk everywhere I go...it has implanted on the inside of my nose(or my hurting and traumatized heart), and I cant get rid of it.



This was my favorite cartoon when I was a child, and now I know better. I later learned that there are some crazy people out there who have skunks as pets. Don't be fooled, these are not cuddly creatures. May I just say, what in the world.