My 'favorite' skunk story is how a rabid one decided my *dorm* was threatening it, and skunked the entire east side of the building. I woke up at four a.m., tasting skunk aroma in the back of my mouth, and in my sleepy state, opened the windows.

The level of stink did not appreciably change. That woke me up enough to figure out what was going on. (Being in the basement, I had it worst, of course.)

The whole dorm got those industrial serv-pro fans pointing out our windows for several days, until the smell finally began to dissipate. It was fascinating in a 'I'm glad I'm probably never going to have to deal with this again' kind of way.