From time to time, a few of my
fellow “Lymies” ask me if my mind is still filled with the same obsession I had
in elementary school. The answer is an
annoyed, “No.” I am no longer obsessed
with skunks.
That said,
I still face the same annoying questions about my once obsession that I have faced
for the past ten years “How did you
become interested in skunks?” and “Why
are they your favorite animal?” Not to
mention any names, but one of my fellow Lymies felt the need to question my
skunk obsession yesterday, so I will answer everybody’s questions once and for
all.
No, I am no longer obsessed.
Are they my favorite animal? I
suppose so, but I’m NOT obsessed anymore.
I became interested in skunks when I received a stuffed
animal skunk from a friend when I lived in Maryland.
No, I don’t want a pet skunk. They make terrible pets.
No, I don’t like their smell (believe it or not, people
actually ask me this question).
No, I do not wish I was a skunk (yep, people have asked me
this too).
No, I have never been sprayed by a skunk.
No, my dog has never been sprayed either.
No, I do no enjoy answering these questions.
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