Does anyone know why, in the last month, there have been an (literally) overwhelming number of skunks (literally) throwing themselves under the bus? On my way in to work this morning, there was one grim, grisly, pungent skunk death scene after another. Every 10 miles. I know this because just about the time the smell from the last one had cleared out of my car, in swept the perfume from the next one. And of course, with that kind of assault at that hour of the morning, I couldn't help but think weird thoughts about it. here's how my internal conversation went:
Maybe the stripey creatures get to this time of year and think that winter is never, never, never going to be over and that it's time to end it all? (Come to think of it, some days I can't say I blame them.) Or maybe they're all in the same skunk cult (a 'Skult' perhaps?) and last night was the night they were all directed to drink purple kool-aid and go play in traffic? Or maybe it's not suicide at all ... maybe there's a mass skunk murderer on the loose in our area who likes to befriend innocent skunks, hit 'em with a hammer and shove them onto the street? Shouldn't someone be investigating? (Someone call NCIS. Nat'l Crimes Involving Skunks!)
Hey, it was 5:45 AM and I was driving. What ELSE was I supposed to be thinking about??
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