Friday, June 5, 2009

A Skunk In The Night!

My husband used to ride his bike part of the way to work. He worked the swing shift so he left work for home about 10:00pm. He would leave his truck parked at a grocery store parking lot so he only had to ride 3/4 of the way there and 3/4 of the way home.

Since it was so late and he would have to ride up this huge, long hill near our house I thought it was a good idea. He would ride the bike trail part of the way. He had a light on his bike so he could see the path.

This is the interesting thing God did. That day when he was leaving for work I felt like he should take the cell phone with him. We only had one. So he packed it in with his lunch and off he went to work.

About 10:30pm the phone rings which scares me awake. I don't like phone calls late at night. To me it usually means something is wrong. I see the caller ID and know that it's my husband. "Oh no!" I quickly answer it and it is Gary. He tries to tell me he's waiting for an ambulance on some street at the end of the bike trail.

He tries to explain that a black and white cat, I mean skunk, crossed his path and he hit both hand breaks and flew over the handlebars. He had used the cell phone to call the ambulance first. Good thinking.

He finds out where they will take him and I agree to meet him there. I have two little kids sleeping sweetly in their little beds. I think they were three and five year olds at that time. I get the kids up and put on their coats, grab their blankies and head out the door.

We parked near the hospital emergency room entrance. When I opened the car door I could smell SKUNK!!! I knew my husband was in there for sure! We went inside and the smell was stronger of course. I felt bad for the people in the waiting room, especially the pregnant lady. After a bit they said we could go in and see him.

He was on the gurny and they were about to stitch his lip up which made me gag. I cannot stand seeing people get worked on in any way in real life. Especially one of my loved ones. If you get queezy skip this and go down to the third break.

They were giving him a shot in his top lip, to numb it, which was split and another in his little finger which was broken. His face looked like hamburger (ROAD RASH!), his two front teeth were broken which punctured his bottom lip.

They were going to take him into the shower and poor tomato juice all over him and clean him up after he was all stitched up. When the Dr. said she was going to pull his pinky finger back into place I dismissed myself and we went back to the waiting room. Gag!!

Everything Gary had on had to be thrown out because it smelled so bad. His belt, wallet, lunch pack, even the bike seat. We just didn't want to deal with trying to get the smell out. The police brought his bike home for him that night. Aren't cops awesome?

Any way, Gary missed a day or so of work and we had to get his truck which had been in the parking lot for too long, but the memory of that smell lingered for a long time.

Are you wondering if the skunk was hit? No, Gary even saw him do the skunk squirt dance. Hind legs up, aim and sweeesh that guy on the bike and run. That night was awful, but it is so funny to remember. Well, for me anyway, Haha! I think Gary laughs pretty good too when I tell it.


  1. Oh my that is funny! Our old dog used to get sprayed by skunks all the time. We had stock in Tomato juice.

  2. Oh my goodness!! Too funny!

  3. For as long as we've known you guys I've never heard this story! Eeeewwwww! I too feel bad for the pregnant lady, lol! Oh, and Gary too, poor guy! See that's why my hubby drives to work!

  4. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
    Glad he is ok though