I got up early and ran six miles this morning, and somehow managed to convince my running partner Jim to run with me. About a mile and a half into our run, we encountered a dead racoon. It was on its back with its little claws up in the air. Half a mile later, we could see another dead animal on the road. A baby skunk. As we got close to it, Jim made a comment about all the roadkill. And then the skunk moved. It was alive.
I seriously was more afraid of that damn skunk than I was last summer when we saw two bears on our morning run. Yes a bear may eat me, but I've heard you can never quite get rid of that skunk smell!