When my parents were newlyweds and stationed at Fort Bliss (one of the truly scenic spots of the U.S. Army), my mother thought it would be great fun to have a skunk for a pet. He ordered one via some advertisement in a magazine and it was dispatched, via rail freight, to the post. It arrived during a sandstorm, of course.
Turns out it wasn't 'really' de-scented, but a trip to the vet remedied that. They owned it for about a year, until it had pretty much destroyed the upholstery and several sweaters, of which the pockets were her favorite hiding places.
My mother still swears the skunk found a new home at the El Paso Zoo shortly thereafter.
Regards,
Rabbit.
