The Rabid Skunk: An Unwanted Pet Story

Machine Gun cat is shooting in your general direction. Blast em!
Machine Gun cat is shooting in your general direction. Blast em! | Source

The Day the Skunk got Blasted.

Living in the Sulphur River bottoms, you'd think I'd get used to the wild animals that wander up from time to time. But nothing prepared me for the day the rabid skunk appeared in my yard, wandering aimlessly, falling on it's side and going in circles. What really takes the taco on this story is how the whole incident was handled. To my incredulous disbelief, the lack of knowledge about how to handle situations like this in my county blew my mind. Let's just say that my reaction was no less than blowing a fuse. Thus begins my tale of the day the skunk got blasted.

Southwest Arkansas Summer

 The previous day, the heat index had reached 103 in the afternoon (enough to melt butter). I'd worked a long night and was sleeping in that day. I got up about noon to check the mail and was walking casually down the long driveway sifting through the stack of bills I received, when lo and behold, a skunk saunters across my yard, behaving eratically. It was headed straight for my long ranch-style front porch across the front of the house. As I neared the porch, I realized there was a problem. The pole-cat (Arkansas term for skunk) was obviously in distress. He couldn't walk straight and he was going way too slow. Here he was, in broad daylight, walking around like a drunk monkey. I freaked out, ran into the house and looked for the 22 rifle. Heck, what was I thinking? I couldn't hit that skunk and I knew it. So I headed out the back door and walked cautiously to our renter's house several yards away, keeping a wary eye on the skunk the whole time.

Killing the Skunk

I banged on David's door and yelled, "Hey David, have you gotta gun?" He appeared in the doorway and gazed to where I was pointing. "Uh-oh", he said. He disappeared momentarily while I ran back to my house to watch from the window. For an instant I thought about the scene in "To Kill A Mockingbird" when Atticus Finch shot the rabid dog in the street. Only this was a mad skunk. It wasn't hard to get a good aim on the creature. He was slow and staggering. David held the rifle up and pulled the trigger. BAM! It fell dead. I emerged from the house and went over to inspect the kill. Yep, it was dead as a doornail, all right. I halfway expected to see foaming saliva coming from it's mouth but was disappointed to find none. The weird thing about it is that there was no smell. Now when you shoot a skunk, they always spray. But not this one. He musta been one sick polecat! I left it laying there until I could contact animal control to come and get it. Boy oh boy, was I in for a surprise.

Calls of Despair.

When I finally found the phone number for Animal Control, I was getting pretty frustrated. I explained the situation to the guy on the phone and he promptly said, "Ma'am, you don't live in the city limits (duh), we can't come out there".. I replied, " Okay, so what the heck am I supposed to do with a dead rabid skunk in my yard?" He told me to call the County Health Department. So here I go again, searching for another number that was impossible to find. The first person who answered the phone was a woman who sounded totally not interested. I gave her the story and she told me I would have to talk to So & So in the Whatever department and they were at lunch. I'd have to call back. Sure, I'll call back and I still have a dead rabid skunk in my yard with the temperature slowly rising. Good grief! I waited an hour, then called back. I reached So & So in the Whatever department, who told me I needed to talk to Whoever in the Whachamacallit department. In the meantime, I'm getting really irritated by the brush-off so I ask, "What's the safety plan in this county for this problem?" So & So couldn't give me an answer but didn't mind telling me that Whoever in the Whachamacallit department was out for the day and wouldn't be back till Monday, and here it was Friday afternoon, temperature still rising, and the dead rabid skunk's still laying in my yard. I told her her "Look, I've gotta dead skunk in my yard with a deadly disease and I need somebody there to tell me what to do with it!" So she takes my phone number and says she'll try to locate Whoever and will call me back.

Anger Sets In.

By this time I'm getting really ticked off. I was trying hard not to throw a tantrum, but was real close. Then I thought, "Ah-hah! I'll call the sheriff's department!" So I called the non-emergency number for the sheriff's office. Nope, they couldn't help me either. "You mean you can't send a deputy out to get this thing?" I was trying not to yell, but my adrenlin was pumping fast. "No ma'am, you'll have to wait for the Health Department to call you back". Great! I literally slammed the phone down and began pacing back and forth, rage mounting. How could a county be so stupid! Just because it's Friday afternoon and everbody wants to get off work and go home for the weekend doesn't mean a dead rabid skunk is not important! Somebody tell me what to do, for crying out loud! Finally, about 4:30 in the afternoon (temperature 100) Ms. Whoever finally calls me back. Thank God! I explained the whole story to her just like I'd done half a dozen times already that day. In a calm voice, she told me, "Okay, being that it's Friday afternoon and the remains must be sent by special carrier, you'll have to wait til Monday before I can come out there and get it...." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Monday?", I asked weakly. "But it'll be rotted by then....." "Right", she affirmed. Then "....what I need you to do is cut the head off the skunk and wrap it in plastic. Place it in a container and store in the refrigerator until I come out there Monday morning to get it". I sat in shocked silence. She wanted me to cut the dang head off the dead rabid skunk and put it in my refrigerator. "You gotta be kidding, right?" I asked. She replied, "No, I'm not. It's the weekend and this is the only solution". It may be the only solution for her, but I was getting desperate by this time. No, I didn't want to cut it's head off, I'd puke. I finally ended the call and stood in stunned silence with the realization nobody was coming to get the skunk carcass today and I was gonna have to store it in my refrigerator.

Free Stock Photo: Illustration Of A Skunk by: Coniac Publishing
Free Stock Photo: Illustration Of A Skunk by: Coniac Publishing | Source

Begging for Help.

By this time I was frantic. I had to get the skunk head cut off immediately and I didn't have the guts to do it. My spouse came home and I retold the story once more. He gave no reaction other than "I don't want it in the refrigerator..." Oh, that's great, now what am I gonna do? The Health Department told me specifically NOT to freeze it or wait too long to store the head, so I begged "Please, will you cut the head off?..It grosses me out too bad..." Spousey wasn't gonna do it, he was totally non-concerned. It was still in the front yard, now collecting flies. I got really mad then and said, "Fine then! I'll do it myself! Doesn't anyone around here realize the seriousness of this?" I was raging when I stomped to the tool shed and grabbed the famous "snake killer" tool, a garden hoe with the blade pointed straight. All I had to do now was gain the nerve to whack it's head off. Not so easy as it sounds......

The Deed.

I drug the snake killer to the skunk, laying there like a limp noodle. I looked at the repulsive animal and wondered how it got rabies, or if it even HAD rabies. What did I care? Heck, I felt it was my civic duty to take care of the matter since nobody else seemed concerned. What was wrong with people here anyway? Then I started obsessing about how "backward" everyone was, how stupid the county is, and how I had to work that whole weekend and still take care of the dead rabid skunk! So I raised the hoe as high as I could and slammed it down as hard as I could on the skunk carcass's neck. A resounding thud, but no luck. It didn't even break the skin. Great, now I felt vomit building up in my throat, sweat was running down my back and my head was pounding! I whammed the hoe down again and it was ineffective. Darnit! What's it gonna take? I tried sawing it back and forth while I attempted to keep from regurgitating projectiles across the yard. Oh, it was disgusting! I gave it up, drug the hoe back to the shed and walked back into the house. Forget it, forget my civic duty, I couldn't cut the head off, I'm not using a knife, I was through with it! Let it infect the whole county for all I cared!

The Burial.

The next day, I walked into the yard and saw that the dead rabid skunk was too far gone to be able to send it's wretched head off to another city. Good, I'll bury it and be done with it. I found a low spot in the yard and dug down as far as I could go, being that it was so hot and the ground was dry as the desert. I could barely get the shovel in the ground, but I used all my suppressed rage and attacked it with a frenzy. I managed to dig a hole about 2 feet deep. I thought, "That's good enough! Let's hope a dog or coyote doesn't come along and dig it up, now." So I scooped up the skunk with my trusty shovel and dumped it into it's final resting place, covered it with dirt and packed it down well. That was it, I was finally through. Thank goodness!


Early Monday morning, while I was still sleeping from an extremely long and difficult weekend of crisis work, the doorbell awoke me at 8:30 AM. Wonderful, now what? I opened the door and, wonder of wonders, there stood Ms. Whoever from the County Health Department with a big box marked 'CAUTION..possible rabies infection'.  I asked, "So you're here to get the skunk?" She smiled professionally and said, "Yes, we'll send it off today". I was groggy and silent. I replied, "Well, if you want it, it's 2 feet underground...I buried it Saturday." She raised her eyebrows in surprise while I explained my dilemna. "No problem", she said, "sorry about everything."

As I watched her drive away, I thought to myself, "Now that was a stinking good lesson learned". And to this day I'll never know if the the dead rabid skunk was, in fact, rabid.

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Veronica Allen 6 years ago from Georgia

Wow, what a story. You do have a way of spinning a yarn donotfear! It's strange how no one knew what the procedure was in a situation like this, and then when you used up your whole day finding someone that does - their simple reply is to wait till Monday! I felt your aggravation, but you were braver than me, I don't even think I could have touched that skunk with a ten foot pole, better yet bury it. Thanks for sharing, this was a fun read.

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Glad you liked this one. I was so aggravated that day, & the heat didn't help matters.

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Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

Isn't it always the same with these darling Gernment Departments. I sympasized with you while reading. Thank you for your story.

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breakfastpop 6 years ago

Great story. This just proves that governments big or small usually mess things up.

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Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia

Interesting story from a different part of world. Snakes are the biggest problem in our part of 'bush', I have just recently swam with one in our 'bush pool', fortunatelly he was dead - caught in a cleaning pump.

Nature contra civilization and vice versa...sharks are also somehow more visible now on our shores but as my daughter says we enter their environment not vice versa so we have to respect them.

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Thanks for all the warm comments. After sitting back and looking at the whole experience, I was rolling. I mean, how ridiculous to cut off a skunk head & put in my refrigerator! I was cracking up laughing while writing this. I told the story to some folks up in Seattle recently and they roared. That's the goal: take a not so pleasant experience and make other people laugh.

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abcd1111 6 years ago from Glen Ellyn, IL (Chicago suburb)

I absolutely LOVE the image of putting a rabid skunk head in the refrigerator. That would certainly make my left-overs look more appealing.

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Love your sense of humor, abcd! I get pretty "tasteless" myself sometimes! LOL

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mistyhorizon2003 6 years ago from Guernsey (Channel Islands)

This had me in fits of giggles as I visualised your predicament. Great hub, keep 'em coming :)

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JaShinYa 6 years ago from Harrisburg, PA

That's funny stuff. What really did it for me was the Cultural humor (whether you meant it or not). The southern attitude and jargon made me chuckle. Keep it up!

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Well I'll swanee! Great day in the mornin'!

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GusTheRedneck 6 years ago from USA

DNF - What's a refrigerator?

Gus :-)))

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

We use refrigerators in SW Arkansas!

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GusTheRedneck 6 years ago from USA

DNF - OK, but what are they? We don't even have referendums around here, and that makes it tough to get rid of politicians, much less teeny little stinkers. Gus :-)))

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Jen's Solitude 6 years ago from Delaware

Oh My! What a headache, but you did make it fun to read. Excellent writing! Here in my part of NJ we seem to attract skunks who I am sure aim directly at my bedroom window. I can't imagine having to shoot, attempt to decapitate and then bury the thing. My hat is off to you!


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bat115 6 years ago from Los Angeles, CA

lol this was a very entertaining read!

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Thanks Jen & bat! Glad you enjoyed my true life story.

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NateSean 6 years ago from Salem, MA

I liked the story, of course you'll think I'm weird, but I felt sad for the skunk.

I think I'm one of the few people who actually likes them and I generally get misty eyed when one is hurt, sick, or killed.

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Nate: I don't think it strange at all that you were sad for the skunk. They are cute, but just stink and carry disease. It shows a very sensitive person who gets teary eyed at the suffering of an animal. Thank you for your compassion.

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Cathi Sutton 6 years ago

Oh my gosh! What an experience! I can't believe you had to go through all that! I would have been mad too! But I have to admitt... you're a real trooper!

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purpleangel47 6 years ago from Baltimore, Maryland

Oh my gosh! How'd I miss this story! Cut its head off and put it in the refrigerator? YOUR refrigerator? Alongside food your gonna put in your mouth? OMG!! I can't even begin to THINK about cutting off somethings head. I cried when I had to bury our hamster when she keeled over in her cage. Bless your patience and your civic-minded efforts. I probably would have given Miss Whoever from the Health Department a few choice words ... GREAT hub ... you're comical!

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Cathi: Thank you very much! You better believe it!

purpleagel47: I'm glad you can appreciate the humor in this. It was funny, but not while it was happening. Thanks.

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mythbuster 6 years ago from Utopia, Oz, You Decide

I haven't come so close to hurling my cookies before with reading any other hub before this one (not even from the heinous, gross ones I write lol), donotfear lol Thanks so much for the nausea. Wow, what a runaround over a skunk. What an awful experience for you. Although you say, above, "It was funny, but not while it was happening." - No disrespect here but I was still laughing while I was reading!


Plain nervous "OMIGAWD-Laughter" - this tale is so disturbing - 'cos it actually happened to you. Geeeeeeeeeze - Gross!


Wait! You washed your hands before I hugged you, right?

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donotfear 6 years ago from The Boondocks Author


I'm so glad you appreciate the raw humor/sarcasm in my oh-so-crazy experiences. It was agonizing.

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quicklysilver 5 years ago from wexford, ireland

ha ha, nothing like a bit of stress. you know what's a good cure for stress - oven cooked rabied skunk. trust me.

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PegCole17 5 years ago from Dallas, Texas

This one caught my interest as we live out in the country and get a lot of unusual critters too. In fact, I had a visit from a (hopefully) non rabid skunk that taunted our dogs through the fence. I went out in the early dawn chasing mine, still in my nightie and fell face first in the dirt. Anyway, the thud was loud enough to scare away my poor creature. Not so lucky for yours. Glad it was you not me that had to kill the poor thing.

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donotfear 5 years ago from The Boondocks Author

awwwwe, thanks peg! And thanks for the comment from quicklysilver!!!

Douglas K Lee 4 years ago

I have a dead skunk in my freezer right now ! No one can give me an answer, its friday night..... my dogs got into it with the skunk,,,, they both got sprayed. one bit it in the head.... i shot it,,, and bagged it.; now I have to wait to take it to humane society on monday morning, who may ship it to K.U. for test my dogs are quaritined in kennel.... my wife is a Nurse Practitioner who is freeking, because of syliva transmision to the kids from the dogs..... HELP..... what really are the risk via dog to humans with licking ? Not getting any help from the... so called experts... Im taking the better safe than sorry approach.

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donotfear 4 years ago from The Boondocks Author

Well, Doug, for one thing, the skunk isn't supposed to be frozen. But refrigerated. I was told they couldn't get an accurate test if it was frozen. Now if your kids came in contact with the dog after the skunk fight, I'd be worried. Was the skunk acting erratically before the dogs attacked?

They say that any contact with saliva from a rabid animal is unsafe. If the dogs bit the skunk and he was rabid, they could surely transmit it to others through their saliva. You need an expert here. Talk to a veterinarian. I'll bet they can help. Good luck with this and I pray your kids are safe.

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