Stinky Stork Visit

So you know how I’ve been talking about that fact that all of my friends are having babies, and as a result, I have babies on the brain all the time?

Well last Friday, my husband and I got an unexpected visit from a rather stinky stork. Allow me to explain…

It all started with a phone call from my husband late in the day. He called and simply said, “Hey I found a baby skunk. I’m bringing it home. Talk to you later.”

By the time I opened my mouth to respond, he had already hung up. I cannot begin to tell you all of the anti-baby skunk arguments I conjured up while I rode my bike home that day. I mean really…Where in his right mind did he think I would be OK with him bringing a rodent into our house?!

When I finally arrived at the house, my husband greeted me at the door, holding out a small box. “Look, hon!” He said, with a big smile on his face.

I hesitated before moving closer to that box. I was expecting to see a skunk about the size of a cat…I thought he’d reek, and I thought he was going to be ugly. From the look on my husband’s face though, I could tell that he felt good about “helping” one of God’s creatures, so I finally let out a huge sigh, plugged my nose and peered into the box:

I was prepared to put on a fake smile, but when I saw that little furry guy sitting in the box, my maternal instinct must have kicked in, and I squealed: “Oh my goodness…That is the cutest little skunk I have ever seen!”

The little guy, whom we appropriately named Stinkpot Flowers, was absolutely adorable, and he was only a little stinky. (His “stink glands” weren’t full-blown yet, so he was quite tolerable.)

That night, we spent about an hour on the internet, looking up wildlife places who could take care of little Stinkpot. We stumbled across Skunk Haven of all places! They agreed to take in Stinkpot on Sunday, and they told us how to care for him in the meantime. Two quick trips to PetSmart and CVS later, my husband and I had all the essentials for our little smelly friend: imitation puppy milk, rubber gloves, hand sanitizer and syringes.

So my husband and I teamed up, taking turns warming up the imitation puppy milk, changing out the towels in Stinkpot’s box, and just sitting with him all throughout the night. (My husband even suggested that we set the alarm for 3am and 6:30am Saturday morning so that we didn’t miss a “feeding.”) I guess you could say we really got attached to the little guy.

By Saturday afternoon though, Stinkpot stopped eating. We thought he was just tired, so we didn’t push it too much. That evening though…He still wasn’t eating, and my husband and I started to worry.

After a sleepless night, my husband and I woke up at 5:30am for Stinkpot’s morning feeding, and he didn’t look so well. He was having trouble breathing, so I wrapped him in a small towel and held him close to me for a bit. About 20 minutes later, the little guy took his last breath.

Needless to say, my husband and I were devastated. We had adopted him for such a short period of time, and we tried so hard to take care of him. It’s amazing how easy it was for us to get attached to that baby skunk…I can only imagine what will happen when my husband and I do decide to have a human baby! It was definitely an experience that we will never forget.

R.I.P. Stinkpot Flowers. You were a good little skunk.

About Nikki Flores is written by Nikki Flores, a clueless girl who lives in Littleton, Colorado and blogs about how clueless she really is when it comes to life's crazy adventures. She writes in an honest, open, and sometimes witty voice. In other words, she keeps it real, raw, and completely relatable.
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