Tonight, on my way home, I swerved to avoid a skunk. I parked the car and discovered my new friend--alive and well--on the center island. So I did what any crazy animal lover would do: I stopped traffic and walked him across the street, then back to the center island and back to the curb and ... OK, you get the point. Finally I called the police who called the sheriff. Thirty minutes later the sheriff arived. The Sheriff asked if there had been contact between the skunk and I because they often have rabies; I said no. She then proceeded to tell me that she would most likely euthanize the animal (because we were a foot apart and it never sprayed me). She, of course, did not know that because I love Disney and am pure of heart, the skunk could not spray me. (Just a little side note: Please don't approach strange skunks and expect not to get sprayed. Just because you like Disney, and Skywaygrl said you have a pure heart, does not mean that you will have the same results.) Anyway, back to the story: I told her that if she was going to euthonize the skunk I had to leave because I could not watch. Fortunately, after the Sheriff examined the skunk, she said that it looked healthy and would leave it alone. I'm am now writing this and worrying about my new friend the skunk. Sometimes it sucks being an animal lover.