Resigned that nothing you do will work out, you simply lunge mindlessly at the skunk, intending to hit it with anything and everything you can the moment you get it in your grasp. Unfortunately, it never enters your grasp, because the second you make a move it calmly spins around, lifts its tail, and sprays you right in the face.
This time, it doesn't matter how distracting the scent is. Getting rid of the evil latex and getting rid of the stench both require the same thing: getting this glob off of your face. Reaching back, you find where the chunk of latex ends, coating your entire face and ending just before your hair and ears. Of course, you could care less what it covers right now. Your only desire is to get away from that smell.
Gripping the edge of the latex the best you can, you pull hard, but it won't budge. You pull even harder, but your skin just pulls with the latex. At this point you'd be willing to rip that skin clear off to escape the musk, but you know you aren't strong enough. You can only wait, vaguely aware of the strange rubbing and prodding of the latex on your face but too consumed by its odor to care, until it drops away and slithers into the bushes.
The skunk must have left while you were struggling, as you're now completely alone. Even worse, your face is now a ticking time bomb, and it's only a matter of minutes before it's suddenly replaced with that of a latex skunk.