Skunk on the Bridge

Monday morning in the dark dark I was returning across the one lane bridge and as I usually do now I flick on the light to check for my smelly little buddies. I did not see any, though the light must not have reached to the end and I head across. Much to my dismay, just about 3/4 of the way across I sense a little movement on the right hand walk. Flick on the light and sure enough, he is waddling along. His white fur seemed real dull or matted so I must not have seen him earlier. So I just walked slowly behind him.
Whew that was close.