Thankfully, the smell isn’t too bad. I didn’t get hit directly, but I’ve been … hanging out in the vicinity of a skunk. Darn it, I was freshly showered, too.
Late this evening, when I was taking Sake out for one last potty run before bed, I noticed a strange clicking sound outside. It was distinctly … even. After bringing Sake back in the house, I went to investigate.
This poor skunk was caught in the fence! The chain link fence is the back yard fence at my folks’ house. The orange fence is a temporary fence that the county or city erected to keep goats penned in (they bring in goats once a year to eat the grass). The fence and the skunk are on city/county property. I don’t know who owns it.
So, of course, me being me, I went to get a pair of branch cutters so I could cut the poor guy loose. My mom, being my mom, told me to mind my own business and let someone else worry about it.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the clicking sound was coming from the skunk. It convulsed with every click.
Touching the fence with my hand, I felt a small shock.
Metal wires weaved into the string.
I looked around for more clues.
A black box attached to the fence further down the hill. With a red LED on it that pulsed about once every 3 seconds… the same timing as the skunk’s convulsions.
OMG! The poor skunk is being shocked every 3 seconds! I Googled “electric fences for goats” … 5,000 volts.
A disturbing image flashed through my head—me, convulsing just like the skunk, branch cutters in hand, as hundreds of escapee goats tore through the town. Eh … no thanks.
I tried calling animal control, but they were closed. Apparently, the Sheriff’s office will take animal control-related emergencies, but I doubt that a skunk being electrocuted counts as an emergency.
I thought about heading over toward the black box to see if I could turn off the electricity just long enough to free the skunk, but the way they’ve positioned the fence, I’d have to walk at least a mile out of the way to get to it. And the goats were moving around. What if they tried to escape while the electric fence was turned off?
After a good 30 minutes of trying to figure out how to safely rescue the skunk, I finally resigned myself to leaving him alone.
So it’s now 2:00 a.m., and I can’t sleep knowing that little Pepe Le Pew is suffering out there. I’ll call animal control first thing in the morning, and hope that Pepe survives the night. Hang in there, little guy.