I hoped that if I stayed where I was, the skunk wouldn't notice me and would go on along with its business, which appeared to be attempting to cross the street toward the Centerville Cemetery. Then a car appeared, heading toward the skunk, which momentarily stopped, silhouetted by the car's headlights. "Please don't hit the skunk," I prayed, not wanting to be anywhere nearby, and I began back-pedaling.
The skunk scampered away the way it had come, and the car shot past. I changed course and took a different walking route tonight.