CALL ME SNAKE

My previous post, "I Almost Sprayed a Skunk," seems to have struck a nerve and elicited the following response from one Marco Polo (aka Markus Polus and various other aliases), which stands as today's Celebrity Guest Comment (slightly edited by the author):

That reminds me of a true story as a lad of 18 who'd taken a break from a 'gathering of peers' on the outskirts of our fair town: (the law'd changed the year before, so our "lubrication-of-choice" was now legal). As I submitted to Nature's call, I noticed a small, striped creature waddling thru the underbrush, who must've been surprised at the outbreak of a ... shower on a sunny day. As it cleared some brush, giving us both clear view, the creature looked back to examine the 'source' of the shower and, by it's reaction, was not too impressed!

THE AUTHOR'S REBUTTAL: One night about 10 years ago, when our city had been deluged with more than a foot of rainwater, I had to relieve myself in the back yard--during a downpour--as our basement was flooded and the drain all backed up. Before I'd finished my business, a little skunk wandered by and almost got hit by my spray (which was the first time I almost sprayed a skunk though not the last). The skunk just avoided getting hit and, fortunately, did not try to retaliate.