But Reabel didn't give in to her doubts. She stayed with him. And soon the skunk started to get "a bit squirmy." This was a good sign.
"I lay him down on the grass and brought out a hot bottle for him to lay on," Reabel said. She then stood watch a few feet away.
After another 45 minutes, he started to come back to life. Reabel breathed a sigh of relief. "He picked himself up, pulled himself out of the warm towel cocoon, ate the berries and honey I left for him, then took off.