We were skunked last night.
There I was,
blissfully dreaming about…well, something, when an odour pervaded my senses.
I believe the first, brief sniff of skunk has a certain sweetness to it, so I
awoke thinking about perfume.
But then the full olfactory barrage hit.
I pulled
the blanket over my face. Too late, the smell had lodged in my nose. All the
windows were open for cooling breezes and the room quickly filled with the
stink that lingers.
I swear I could still smell Monsieur Le Pew when I got up this morning. I
definitely smelled the musk when I opened the basement door to let the cats up.
I’m thinking that little stinker must have targeted the house. I just hope
he/she doesn’t decide to stick around.
Here are a couple links to some
interesting skunk facts.
They are darn cute though, eh?
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