Robert Connors sees a skunk, whose head is stuck in a glass jar. He names his experience “How in the world do you get a skunk out of a bottle?” Why? Who knows? Maybe because that was what first came into his head when he saw a skunk in a jar or maybe the ridiculous and strange question appeals to readers. Honestly, the first question I’d think of is exactly that. The funny thing is, most people will never encounter this situation, where they have the opportunity to pull a skunk out of a bottle. I think I’d be interested in encountering this.
Why would Connor write a process essay about completing such an unlikely task? Obviously because of how bizarre it is. The fact that it is so bizarre makes this article so enjoyable to read. The article begins with the narrator believing it is just another morning, like any other human being. Right when he encounters a skunk, his thoughts are poured into the article allowing the reader to be in the situation. In the end, it’s almost as if Connor has befriended a skunk, who will return the favor by not spraying him with a strong odor. Amusingly, the narrator actually said, “Next time you see me… don’t spray me”. My question would be, did the skunk acknowledge that? Connor felt happy, maybe feeling as if he made a friend with an animal or knowing he saved a life. But me? I’d feel happy about a skunk not spraying me.
If the article was just plain out, “I saw a skunk and I pulled it out of a jar”, there would be no amusement. The first person narrative feels like a story a friend is telling. The way Connor tells his experience is almost what you’d hear a friend tell you. Imagine hearing this from a friend, it’d be worth listening to. If I were to encounter such a random and peculiar experience, I would love to share it with the world.