Gosh, I love skunks. I really do. I've wanted a pet skunk for the longest time. I would take it home, and hold it, and love it, and call it Dylan. That way, when I talk to my friends, I can tell them that Dylan crawled into my bed and snuggled up to me and licked my face. And hopefully, they'd think I was talking about Mr. Smith.
I know. I'm nuts.
But anyways, these little guys start out very cute, and they keep getting cuter.
I know that when you buy a pet skunk, their spraying glands are removed, so they can't spray anyone. However, I had a wild idea. If I bought a couple of skunks and treated them well, they'd love me all to death. And if I breeded them, their babies would love me to death as well. And the babies would have their glands. And would never spray me. However, they'd feel free to spray intruders, old college buddies, Jehovah's Witnesses, and the in-laws. I swear, that would be more effective than a pit-bull.
But, alas, I can't have pets in my apartment. There's a horrible conspiracy in here somewhere. I just know it. FIGHT SKUNK PREJUDICE!!!
