Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I'm sitting here at my desk on a tuesday night, puttering around, paying bills, watching the recycling scavengers go up and down the street muttering because we all wait until about 9:59am to put our blue bins out.
Suddenly, a scent! Um, more like a stench. A skunk stench. A strong one.
I reckon that one of the stray cats has had a close encounter underneath my window, so verrrry gingerly, I step onto the front porch...
...where I just smell the ordinary aromas of a summer evening.
Back inside, the whole house is skunky.
Yes, I think someone blew a gasket under our house. Oh, joy.
At least it beats having a squirrel die in the wall.