A doctor in Virginia (who hunted where I used to)
thought that the local vet would charge too much
to descent a skunk. “Hell, I can do that myself.”
So with his son's help, he set about it in his kitchen.
He put the skunk to sleep, then went to work with
his scalpel. He was deep into one cheek of the
skunk's derriere when he realized that he'd cut too
deep, beyond the scent sac on that side. As he went
to remove the sac, he accidentally punctured it. He
and his son got up-close, face-full benefit of the
skunk's perfume. With his tear ducts in overtime
flood, he continued — removed the sac — then went
for the sac on the other side.
And punctured that one, too.
But he went ahead blindly but “successfully.”
The skunk survived but stank.
I don't remember how he and his son got rid of the stink.
