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Pew… my luck is running out

Even though I live in Northwest Pulaski, I have been fortunate enough to not have problems with skunks like some of my neighbors closer to town.

As a matter of fact, I was surprised to find out a neighbor on my street had actually trapped one of the smelly creatures this summer.

Based on the comments of one of his friends, it apparently isn’t uncommon for this neighbor and the friend to sit on his porch and watch skunks conduct a sort of parade up and down our street.

I’ve never witnessed one of these parades, but seeing as I spend most of my nights glued to my computer, writing stories, I’m not much surprised I’ve missed them.

Besides, it’s been so hot this summer, I’ve not had much interest in staying outdoors any longer than absolutely necessary.

I kind of attributed the lack of skunks around my house to the fact I have dogs. I figured the skunks would smell the scent of dog and take the long way around.

Then it happened.

I was engrossed in writing one night this week when I noticed the dogs jump up from their naps, stick their noses into the air and start sniffing. At first I couldn’t figure out what they were doing.

It wasn’t long before I got a whiff of the problem.

Ewwwww.

My house was suddenly overwhelmed by a horrible smell – the smell of skunk.

It was almost as if the little stinkers were trying to prove a point. It was as if a dozen of them lined up under my window air conditioner, then let the odor fly.

It was so strong, I thought my eyes might start to water. Dogs aren’t normally bothered by bad smells, but even they seemed to be disgusted by the stench.

With their little noses inspecting the scent, Heather and Katie sat there looking at me – as if I had caused the odiferous disturbance.

It’s not me,” I told them.

They didn’t look convinced.

After a while we got as used to the smell as possible and went on with our writing and napping.

The odor didn’t continue on its merry way. I could still smell it when I got out of bed the next morning.

I wasn’t sure if it was still in my house or just so ingrained in my brain that I thought I could still smell it.

For some reason, it never occurred to me that night to use the old family remedy for skunk smells. I was reminded of this method last weekend when we were headed to Henry County and happened by a skunk that had met its end on Route 8.

Striking a match quickly abolishes the smell. Of course, it may have taken a book or two to get it out of my house.

Then again, there was so much odor in my house, striking a match may have launched us into outer space.