Last Sunday was the bee incident, and on Thursday I managed to hit and kill a skunk on my way home from a girls' night. Me, nature and the automobile are obviously not a good combination. It was 36 (97F) degrees that day (46 (115F) with the humidex), so for those nuts who think all of Canada is like the Arctic...um no. Anyway, it was pleasantly hot as I was driving home at 11:00, so I had all the windows and sunroof open when I hit the skunk.
An incredible stench filled the air. And stayed. By the time I got home, I was nauseated from the smell and confused by why it was still there, since I'd been driving 80km/hour at the time of impact. Walking through the house, I realized that it reeked of skunk everywhere I went. In a panic, I rushed into our bedroom and shook poor J. awake. Flinging my arm against his nose, I demanded, "Do I smell? I hit a skunk and I can still smell it! Do you smell it?"
"Urrr," groaned J. "No, I don' smell anythin'", and he rolled over and went back to sleep. Unconvinced, I threw my capris and tank top in the laundry and debated taking a bath. But I wasn't about to go buy several litres of tomato juice in the middle of the night and I didn't think water was going to do the trick. And I didn't understand how skunk spray could have gotten on me since I was in the car. With the windows open...slowly my tiny mind began to grasp what must have happened, and I began running the bath water.
Long story short, the car and I were both less fragrant once we were bathed (not together obviously), and J. hosed the blood out of the car's wheel well (OMG gag OMG!). It appears we were very lightly dusted, and either the stank has faded or I've just gotten used to it. But people don't seem to be standing further away than usual, so I think I'm good.
RIP skunk. I'm sorry our paths crossed in such an unpleasant way - for both of us.