Most people think spring has finally arrived when they can shed their coats, and go bare-armed outdoors. The appearance of skin on other parts becomes prevalent as well. Others think when the forsythia is yellow it is definitely spring. I want to let you know of an absolutely definite way to determine that yes, spring has arrived.
It’s not the jonquils, although they are up. It’s not the forsythia, although they are beautiful. It’s not the “peepers” heavenly chirping after the long hard winter. It’s not even the calendar date of the vernal equinox — the “official” start of spring. My absolute fail-safe method involves the sense of smell. Spring has most definitely arrived. The anticipation is killing you so I’ll cut to the chase.
The skunks are on the move. That’s right, it’s skunk mating season. I can’t go a mile without running across the remains of some poor massacred skunk in amorous pursuit of a female. The sad bit is he probably never got to finish the job. While the grass is greening and the trees are budding, the skunks are stinking up the place.
In the Disney classic, “Bambi”, Owl makes the observation of Flower the skunk, Thumper and eventually Bambi, that they were “twitter-pated.” It had nothing to do with Facebook or tweeting, it was a coined word for “love is in the air.” In the case of Flower, Pepe le Pew, and all other skunks, love must involve stink.
Pheromones are the chemicals responsible for the attraction of one to another. My personal preferences run more along the lines of Irish Spring and Aramis. Deer can scent a female for miles. Dogs instantly know when there’s a female in heat within a five-mile radius. Our sense of smell isn’t quite so refined. This is why we have drug sniffing dogs not humans. Although some people try, but that’s a different thing entirely.
It’s true that you can often smell the B.O. of an individual three aisles over in the grocery store, but I am repulsed not attracted to it. This leads us to the next season, summer. Ever notice the volume of stink from sweaty people increases exponentially?
But I digress from my point of the numerous skunks killed on our roadways. Spring is a time for new adventure. Every day becomes potentially dangerous. A simple drive in the fresh country air can become a lethal toxic assault on your olfactory senses. These little guys have saved up all winter, and it’s some potent stuff. It brings tears to my eyes; tears of pain that is.