Sometimes you aren't the one in control:

Several years ago M'Lady and I were at a campground with friends. It was fairly late, she and I were sitting at a picnic table, the friends had already turned in.

We were chatting quietly when she made a small nod directing me to the side. I turned my head slowly, and there was a pair of skunks foraging around the far side of the site. We hadn't left garbage out, they were just checking to be sure.

Then I felt fur brush my leg.

VERY quietly, I whispered, "Do not move. There is one under the table." Her eyes got big, then suddenly got even BIGGER. The skunk had brushed her leg, too.

You never saw two people sit so still, waiting for that third skunk to finally wander out from under that table.

Beautiful creatures. Beautiful, but sneaky.