A couple weeks ago I was driving home from work. Coming up a hill near my house a little skunk ran right in front of my car. I didn't have time to stop. I was so stunned that I had just killed a baby skunk because I love animals. I drove the rest of the way home shocked with tears in my eyes. When I got home, I ran through the door and up to my mom's office and burst into sobs, unable to explain what had happened. I was lying on the floor crying. Naturally she freaked out, and was asking what was wrong and what had happened. I finally I managed to sob out what had happened. And she started laughing with relief. She explained that she thought I was in an accident or something. My sister had even run into the room to see what had happened, as she thought someone I knew had died. As my mom tried to comfort me, she started to become aware of the smell that was wafting through the windows into the house. she looked at me and said "yeah, you kind of smell". The next day I went to check out the 'damage' on my car. The cul-de-sac we live in reeked, and when I opened my door, my car smelled like stale skunk. Everytime I drove somewhere for the next week I arrived smelling slightly like a skunk. It took a lot of baking soda, vacuuming, air fresheners, clean air, and time to get it back to the way it was.