After my freshman year of college was over ( yeah I went to fucking college) . Me and one of my best friends , a squirrel my age named Janie decided to do some traveling.
We got enough money together to fly to Australia where we would spend the summer camping out and wandering the continent city as well as country.

Let me inform you of something very strange about being a skunk outside of
the America's. We are a super tiny minority outside North ,Central , and
South America. Aside from the students or occasional ex-patriots you don't find many skunks anywhere overseas.

As such there are no laws on spraying. They don't even think about our
abilities over there. Very few non Americans have ever been sprayed, they
don't even know what it is when they smell it.
I found this hilarious, and really tempting.

On top of that I am a spotted skunk. My head hair has a beautiful black and
white spotted pattern and my tail is black with a white tip. Because we don't have the standard stripe people outside the states rarely recognize a spotted skunk when they see one of us. If my ears aren't visible they have no idea what the hell I am. Even though we skunks have flatter tails than squirrels, or long haired cats.

The year Janie and I went to Australia we were really into coloring our hair. At the time she colored her hair and tail red like a fire engine . It was hard to color over the
black on my hair and tail, but I managed to get all the white parts purple. It turned out to be a darker purple than I expected.
So in certain light it just looked all black. So people thought I was a long haired black cat (when my ears were covered, or a black haired squirrel). I often wore a knit cap over my ears to keep them warm on the cold nights.

We had a friend that told us all about his adventures riding the rails , in box cars on freight trains. He and some of his friends had ridden them all over the world. So this would be how we would get around Australia. It seemed like a good idea at the time. This led to a lot of situations that required people getting skunked by me. Australia meet my scent glands, scent glands this is Australia.

It isn't like I wanted to see how many people I could spray down under it
just seemed that way after awhile. Besides skunks don't have unlimited musk. We have maybe 6 to 9 sprays before we have to fill up our glands again. And that can take up to three days. I am extremely paranoid about being in a situation where I am out of musk.

The first day we hopped a freight train was super exciting and super scary.
We just hopped in and empty box car and rode. The second night we hopped
off before we hit the train yard and planned on sneaking back the next night (after doing some camping). Everything was cool . It was around midnight and we were sneaking back to the boxcar before the train left the station when some railroad guys spotted us with flashlights. These guys were typical Australian dogs with these long ears , they are kind of crazy actually. So these three guys spot us as we are approaching the train .
One yells  "Hey stop , get 'em!" Then they run at us , it looked like they
had night sticks too . So Janie and I run as fast as we can while carrying heavy backpacks . Janie is ahead of me (squirrels can run really fast). They are about 15 feet or so behind me when I warn them "Leave me alone , I don't want any trouble!"
"You found some" says one of them . Keep in mind these guys probably have no
idea I am a skunk (unless they are complete morons) . So I fling my pack
off of me , and start to gain speed . I think they are in position . I drop
down to my hands and and look over my shoulder , as I slide my peasant skirt
up and raise my tail as high as it goes . It's dark but dogs have really god night vision so they can probably make out my bare ass . But they don't seem to figure it out . I pop out my anal nozzles and give them a nice mist , hssssssssssssssssss . The two guys in the lead stop dead .
They've run right into it . I can spray my mist 25 to 30 feet and they are about 20 feet behind me . They run right into my wide angle spray, clutching eyes,
and coughing loudly .
The other one is farther behind, and can't figure out what's happening, even after he's smelled it .
He runs through the remains of the mist as it settles onto the ground . His
eyes are irritated but not burning like the other two . "Get back!" I warn him, "or I'll spray you!"
"What?" He answers still not figuring it out. I roll onto my side and pull my feet up near my head, tail flat against my back. I aim my nipples square at his face , and squirt two thin amber streams right into his eyes, nose, and mouth . A super quick up and down the face trying not to expend more than a drop more than I have to. Secure in the knowledge that not only does Australia have no laws against spraying, but you can't just buy " musk off " in any store like you can in America where spraying is common (kids have accidents all the time so musk off is found in any grocery store).
Plus we spotted skunks are known for way more potent smelling musk than our striped cousins. He instantly begins vomiting. "You morons" I tease as I strut away, "You've never heard of leaving skunks alone". Somehow this began a pattern in the land down under. Who knew? Still that small town would learn what the foul smell in the night air was when the morning addition arrived.