The sun is chirping, the birds are shining, the flowers are in bloom, and look who’s out for a stroll: a family of nope nope nope nope nope no-pit-ty nope NOPE!
That trip to the store can wait, Andrew Y.
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Wise choice, sir!
I’m amused by all the youtube commenters who think those are badgers. I’m imagining some Euro transplant making this mistake and ending up smellier for it.
Well, they are in badger family! I love mustelids, even if they are smelly!
That was NOT what I expected. 🙂
Me neither!
I was expecting dogs that were refusing to go walking or something like that. Guess I forgot who was doing the writing!? Always a surprise here!
Ahhh memories.
As a young one our family went camping frequently. It was a big treat to order the extra crispy KFC and eat it while around the campfire. One evening my dad quietly said to us, “Sit still and don’t move.” We whispered, “Why?” He said, “Skunks.” A family of skunks proceeded to waddle in, snorf around and vacuum up the dropped extra crispy’s, then waddle away.
It was a really cool experience producing a vivid memory. That night, we threw our garbage away in a can that was very far away from our campsite.
You just shook loose a memory: many moons ago when I was booblet, my boy scout troop would go on a yearly trip to Assateague, where we’d camp on the sand behind the dunes. The wild ponies would wander around, nosing open coolers and stealing bags of potato chips and the like. We took to calling them “hoofed squirrels.”
They would also steal beach towels and shirts drying on fenceposts. They’d saunter up, casually grab a corner, then go tearing away waving their loot like a banner. You had to really pay attention when one got close because there was no telling what sort of ridiculous mischief they’d cause.
…but you weren’t eaten alive by the horseflies?
I counted 257 mosquito bites all over my body. I numbered them with a sharpie. Because I sure as hell wasn’t sleeping.
Oooh kay, now the memory is complete. The horseflies there are pretty awful.
I love the idea of the personality behind mischievous horses.
“When I was a booblet” ? Took me a minute…
Comin’ through! Pell-mell! More like smell-mell!
Nobody nose the trouble he could have had.
😀
Hee, Hee, good’n, Faye.
A bunch of us kids were playing in the fields behind our houses and my little cousin (must have been 5 or 6) called to us that he had found a “kitty”. He then came walking out of the tall grass holding a skunk by the tail.
Needless to say it was every kid for him and herself. We screamed at him to let it go and ran away as fast as we could. He did get sprayed but luckily he did not get bitten. I never understood how he managed to catch the thing in the first place.
lmao I can hear the screaming in my head
Many a young boy has caught an angry bitey creature without having a plan for release. Courage of the clueless.
Your skunk and pony stories are fantastic, people.
BFB–I can barely remember my booblet days!
I was expecting a bear or mountain lion from that reaction. Not a bunch of fluffy animals that come up mid-calf!
Guess this guy’s been on a snipe hunt before. And lost!
Not sure where you’re from, Kar, but if you’re not familiar with skunks, their defense is an extremely pungent spray from anal glands that can go 10 feet. One of our neighbors got it in the face and had to go to the hospital.
I happen to find them really cute, and I rescued a baby one out of a window well when I was a teenager, but I would’ve run just as fast if I’d been in this guy’s shoes!
We had friends growing up who had a de-scented skunk as a pet. Never really cared for anyone outside it’s family. I’m not sure it cared for them particularly either, but it loved cat food!
Non-Americans: It used to be a borderline hazing thing to do with newbie campers, tell them that they were going on a snipe hunt. Sit in the dark woods for hours searching for a small, cat sized creature with a bushy tail and a white stripe down it’s back. “It’s harmless but to be a [experienced camper], you’ve got to catch a snipe and put it in your pillowcase!”
Now I suspect counselors would string you up if you suggested a snipe hunt.
I remember snipe hunts well, Kar. Though they were never described like that, probably because nobody wanted to deal with a scented roommate!
Theoretically, the newbies would be in the same cabin as they’re the youngsters/babies.
I suspect that I watched too many Spin and Marty reruns as a child. . . Remember when they did that to Frasier on Cheers, he convinced that he actually found one!
I love the look of panic on that guy’s face. HILARIOUS!!!
Also, his clothing choice is pretty funny, too! It looks like he’s wearing yellow pantyhose.
We were visiting my brother-in-law and family in Minnesota, and he took us to a wildlife refuge nearby to show us some of the animals. So we were driving down a dirt road, slowly, and suddenly a mama skunk crosses the road about 20 feet in front of us. We stop, of course. And then her babies come out — four, and they were really little — and got halfway across the road.
And stopped.
And then apparently they wondered if we were a larger version of their mama, so they started down the road toward us! My BIL was backing up as quietly as he could, but fortunately when the mama came back out for her babies, she just yelled at them in Skunk and they turned around and followed her across the rest of the road. Whew!
“yelled at them in Skunk”
Love it.
I don’t have a skunk story – nor do I need or particularly want one. But I’m really enjoying all of yours!!! (Wild pony stories too) 😉 Thanks!
I love skunks! For one thing, they keep the population of Idiot Dogs in check (and I speak as the proud owner of many an idiot dog).
Now here’s my idea of Nopeville:
Aww…she’s just selling Gator Scout Cookies! 😀
Avon calling…
Not sure an alligator is the best Avon rep, given the state of its skin!?
What the hell?!!! Oh dear gawd!! It is like the old NTMTOM joke of the witch turning hubby into a toad (it was a doggy but still) but in this case either she was either new or he deserved it. He’s ringing the bell and saying Honey! It’s meeee!’
Hey, at least this guy knocked!
Ah Florida, the land where gators ring doorbells, peacocks mate with buicks, kinkajou’s nap with the elderly and anacondas on golf courses are 1 stroke handicap.
I guess when ya gotta go, ya gotta go!
Do you smell what I smell .. TERROR !! FEAR !! .. Oh crap .. SKUNKS !!
(I saw that, and thought .. the only thing missing here, was the Benny Hill Theme)