Nykie: Mom, there is a fat black and white squirrel in the back yard.
Kid 1: No! No!
Nykie: Dachshund genes triggered. Attack protocol activate. Mad sprint initiated. Fat squirrel! How dare you come into our back yard?! Meet your doom!
Skunk: Oh crap. There is a small dog with big teeth running straight for me. Abort mission. Initiate evasive maneuvers. Run, run , run!
Nykie: Prepare to die!
Skunk: Chemical attack sequence is a go. Three, two, one…
Nykie, running back and sneezing: Gross! So gross, so gross, so gross…
She didn’t get sprayed by some miracle and she doesn’t stink at all, but that was close. How do these damn skunks keep getting into the back yard? We have blocked all the holes. They are too fat to squeeze under, and I know they are not climbing the fence.