On the Arizona Trail, at some point I pitched my tent along a stream in the afternoon. The AZT is a quiet trail, but because this was such an excellent location in an otherwise dry area that the only two other hikers I met that day also decided to pitch nearby. Fortunately, they were both about 100-200 metres away from me and out of sight, so no big deal.
Now the interesting thing is that I had a fully enclosed tent and stored my food away from my tent in a bearproof bag. Then there was a girl who also had a fully enclosed tent but she kept her food inside her tent and there was an (ultralight) guy with a tarp who used his food bag as a pillow.
After I had eaten my meal, a skunk appeared. He started sniffing the edges of my tent, all around, but after one minute he concluded that there was no food to be had and he ran off. He never returned. About 15 minutes later, I heard the girl screaming: "Go away! Go away!". Apparently the skunk had found the girl's tent! Some time later, it was completely dark now, I heard her packing up her tent and saw her going back on the trail with her headtorch.
The next day, I met both this girl and the guy with the tarp. The girl told me that the skunk just didn't leave here alone, so she had packed all her stuff again and went looking in the dark for an alternative spot, miles further along the trail (which was difficult to find in the dark - the area was quite rough). However, the guy with the tarp had it much worse. Because there was nothing stopping the skunk, it kept coming back the entire night. And there was nothing he could do because he was afraid that if he scared the skunk, the skunk might spray his sleeping bag and other stuff with stink! So he didn't get any sleep and needed to tolerate the skunk going through all his stuff the entire night.
I was so happy that I had carried a few hundred grams extra for that food bag that I could hang away from my tent!