One sees all kinds of things as duty officer, patrolling the battalion area in the middle of the night. One thing I was required to do was check the locks of various buildings to make sure there hadn’t been a break-in.
As I approached this particular “temporary” wooden building of World War II vintage, I noticed a skunk with her kittens foraging on the lawn by the entrance. When I approached, the mother skunk went into her dance to warn that she was ready to spray. She stood her ground, and I could not get to the door to check it. After a while, I gave up, returned to battalion headquarters and wrote in the log:
“Could not check building. Was repelled by skunk commandos who had it locked down tight.”
Skunk commandos...LOL!
Did anyone ask you to explain your entry?