How bout twice in one morning? My Dad and I were checking traps and we had two of them in one morning. They both sprayed and the wind and the high grass got it all over us. We put them in a garbage bag and dad threw them in the back of our new station wagon. We promptly drove to the fur buyer, took our $15 check to the bank, and sashayed across the street to the bakery for fresh donuts.

I can't understand why no one would stand close to us. Do I need to mention Mom and Dad had a big fight about the skunk perfume in the new car???