I got woken up this morning at about 5:30 am to Emma crawling in bed with us. "Mom." she whispered. "Mom. Mom, I saw something go down the hall and walk in Tabitha's room."
Okay so let me now rewind my life and go back to yesterday afternoon. Yesterday afternoon was a beautiful day. So naturally we were all outside playing with some friends. Now behind my house there runs a green belt full of trees and bushes that the city owns. I am sure there is much animal life that occupies this little untouched section. Well that day we happened to see a skunk walk by and WOW boy did it stink! So my friend and I, knowing that skunks are unpredictable and not wanting to continue to smell the fowl smell, brought the kids inside. Emma was crying by this point saying she couldn't stand the smell. The windows in my house were open and she threw a fit until I closed all of them. Then my friend decided to tell her Skunk story:
"Growing up we always used to camp in our backyard and my cat would always end up crawling in my sleeping bag. Well, one night I thought it was my cat on my sleeping bag but it was really a skunk!" Emma's eyes grew wide at this story but said nothing. Nothing else was said about the skunk and Emma left to go to her singing class. After she got home that afternoon Emma followed me around everywhere. She didn't let me out of her sight. I finally figured out why later that night.
She walked down the hall looking for me. I came out of my bedroom and saw her standing completely still staring into Tabitha's bedroom. "Emma what's wrong?" I asked. She cowered and ran over to me hiding. "Emma what is wrong?" I asked again. "It's in Tabitha's room!" She cried. "What is?" I ask. She just pointed and then I saw it on Tabitha's bed. Her stuffed penguin was turned just the right way where all you saw was the strip of white from it's belly with black surrounding it. She was convinced a Skunk had crawled into Tabitha's bed.
So now I have a daughter that will not go outside, let me take a shower, or go in any room by herself in fear that a little black and white creature will turn around and spray her in the face. I googled "fear of skunks" curious to find the name of this phobia. I mean they have a name for every phobia right? Wrong. It said, "Did you mean fear of snakes?" Even google thinks this is ridiculous! :) But I did find this little paragraph:
"Skunk phobia is a sort of psychological abnormality that affects individuals to such an extent that they may start behaving insanely even at the mere mention of the name. You should treat skunk phobia as a disease but never let it be the cause of your downfall in life." (Untold Secrets of Skunk Phobia, by Jan Heering)
Back to this morning. I let out a big sigh and said, "Emma! There is not a skunk in the house!"
I guess I should have read that paragraph before I merely meationed the name, because now I have a daughter who has started "behaving insanley."