clean up the skunk

I don’t understand why they haven’t cleaned up the skunk

For three mornings in a row now, I’ve driven past the remains of what appears to be a skunk. Now these remains are so mushed up, that I normally wouldn’t be able to identify the former animal/current roadkill, however there is a huge difference when it’s a mushed up skunk. Yes, we all know that skunks absolutely stink, but let me tell you, mushed up skunk is the evilest of all evils. Regularly when you smell a skunk, the scent is strong, but that’s only really a squirt of its sick little smell. When a skunk gets mushed by cars flying down the highway, you as a driver driving by the mangled mess, get to experience the entire stink bladder full of stink (so maybe it's not called a stink bladder, but i don't care - it's gross!). I figured that Wednesday morning was the only time that I would ever have to smell something so foul, but apparently that lovely experience was saved for Thursday morning and this morning as well. Lucky, lucky me. Clearly I love commuting for an hour and a half every morning so much that I needed to experience smushed skunk to really start me off on the right foot.

Here's how this all relates to adolescent psychology (the class i'm sitting in now):

The one thing that I desperately desire with this whole mushed up skunk scenario is some negative reinforcement (which is indeed a good thing). If you were to remove the skunk (the negative object) then I would be positively affected (ie. my desire to continue commuting and driving would be increased). Yes, those are the golden pearls that I learn in class. Is it over yet? No, no, there's still half an hour. Oh somebody shoot me now.