Skunked

The Complete and Total Loser caught a skunk last night. He was trying for a third raccoon, having caught two that lived in his attic over the past ten days. (Perhaps, he thinks, the two were the only ones there. Raccoons give birth in the spring and are grown and fending for themselves by fall.)
The Loser likes skunks but feared that when letting it go it would spray him. The Loser is many bad things, but foul-smelling is not one of them. Fortunately, the skunk was grateful to be released and did not spray.

An aside. The Loser has always thought of Pepe le Pew as the perfect metaphor for men, women, and their gender battles stemming from the general repulsiveness of men and poor communication between the sexes.