I'm in Vancouver for a professional development course and, since Mother Nature decided to let it stop raining for the evening, I decided to go for a run in Stanley Park.
Which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea.
I started off my run by dodging pedestrians and waiting patiently for the light to change at every street corner. When I made it to the edge of the park, I jogged along the sidewalk. Fortunately, I wasn't adjusting my music player or getting distracted by people changing in the apartments on the other side of the road when I got ambushed.
There he was, lurching out of the trees. He was short, dressed in a black coat with white stripes. It was the stripes on his coat that made me notice him.
I jumped back when I saw him and ran across to the other side of the road where it was brighter.
I began to rethink the wisdom of going for a run through Stanley Park in the dark. I figured there were probably other skunks waiting to ambush me, and some of those were probably armed.