P.U.

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.