Pepe Le Peeuuww

So we have a family consisting of at least one skunk in the very near vacinity of my apartment. Zach and I were coming home from Wal-Mart, from which we were getting icecream and a game for our date that night. As we pulled in, I saw the headlights flash on a waddling little black thing with a white stripe down the back. I yelled out "Skunk! Stop that was a skunk!" Zach didn't believe me and I was slightly wounded, but I decided right there and then that I had to prove that I was right. That is something that I have to work on, but I reasoned that since it was skunk and had no lasting effect on our coming marriage, it was okay. He lighted up the spot that I was pointing at with the car lights and I jumped out and starting scouting for the stinker. Zach stayed in the car telling me that I would really stink if I got sprayed and that he would be laughing at me without guilt.
I couldn't see it and got back in the card. Next I decided that I needed a flashlight. As soon as we parked, I ran over Zach's truck to grab my flashlight. Unfortunately for Zach, one of our neighbors were coming home from church and questioned my dashing around. Zach had to explain the antics of his "mature" fiance running around chasing a skunk.
I obtained the afore mentioned torch and walked cautiously toward the back of the dumpster, leaving quite a few feet between me and the possible stink. I couldn't remember how far they could spray.
Then as I swept the light over the grass, there I saw the little black and white critter running toward the Faith Drive culvert tail up in all its pathetic glory!! I hopped up and down "I was right! See right there it is!!" Zach had walked up some feet behind me, whether out of pity for me or out of curiousity (I am sure that it was the latter) and saw the object of question. He told me that I was right. Honestly, even though a lot of it was to prove that I was right, I really also just wanted to see the skunk as I have only see one or two in real life. He asked me if I wanted him to follow it and shoot it, but I let him off this time. Also I think that Ankeny has some weird rules of how to dispose of varmits of such and I wouldn't want to get him in trouble.
Satisfied, we went back to apartment and had a good date eating Strawberry Cheesecake icecream and playing Scene-It. I'm sure we were both glad that I wasn't having to be washed down with tomato sauce and anti-stinking agents instead.