Back in the early 70s pet skunks were the thing. My ex HAD to have one and coincidentally there was a skunk breeder in Bradenton, FL, where we lived. We ended up with a neutered and descented chocolate and white male kit we named Willie (after Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory) for the total of $75, which since minimal wage was $1 a hour took us a while to save up. He was so cute…until he grew up. He slept all day and ran in his wheel all night.
Ex and I split up, not because of Willie, and he gave him to his mom who lived in a singlewide trailer. Willie promptly found the air conditioner floor grates and crawled into the ductwork. When they finally got him out he ended up at ex-BIL’s house whose wife “accidentally” let Willie out. He survived outside for quite a while, I understand, and was seen with other skunks in the neighborhood.
Willie could really bite when he was angry and we had a heck of a time getting him a rabies shot as I remember. He still stomped his feet and swung his back end around. And he still stunk. But he was cute! Unfortunately lost all the pictures a long time ago, sorry.