There's a Whole Lotta Stink Going On!

In an effort to be an organizing kind of girl, and with school just around the corner, I felt the need to clean up the garage and reorganize a bit so my "learning-to-drive daughter" could park a little more easily in our garage and not take out my Suburban or pink golf cart in the process.

(You are doing great baby, keep up the good work).

Anyway, Hannah and I set out to sweep, move, re-organize, and beautify the garage. I had been out there for 15 minutes, just re-arranging when I heard this...

"Momma! Is that a black and white brush or tail under the freezer?"

What??? No, it's just the freezer! She insisted so, this is the best part...

...I got down on my hands and knees in front of the freezer

to confirm it was just "freezer stuff" when...

...it moved!

Oh my goodness! Jump back!

It's a skunk and he's under the freezer, in my garage!

I ran in to call Mr. Incredible. I wanted to cry! I use to love Little House on the Prairie, and now I'm living it, the house goes up for sale pronto! But, I didn't! I calmly said

"Dear, we have a bit of a problem. The skunk we saw last night in my garden (you know the one that got away before you could shoot it?-please don't judge me for that we live in the Wild Kingdom where Fox, Coyotes, rattlesnakes, and apparently skunks roam.).

I don't believe I said it that calmly.

His reply? Well, just get out your gun

(yes I have my own, it belonged to my Pappaw-it's a 22 I think. I used it to kill a coyote that had killed one of our puppies right in front of me a few years ago-I had a Little House on the Prairie moment then too. My man was at the deer lease, oiy!) Today he was at work. What is up with that?

I said, "Get out my gun? I might ricochet and kill myself!"

I wanted prince charming to race home to my rescue, but he's having an important business meeting with some man that thinks he's more important than the skunk. Can you believe that?

Anyway, Mr. Incredible redeemed himself by calling in the skunk cavalry. They rode in on a beautiful white ford pick up truck. Their response, "Wow! That's a big one. It's going to smell."

What's a girl to say? Kill him! Blow him to pieces! Get him out of my garage. I have children to take care of and my garage already smells like Skunk #5 (instead of Channel #5--ha!).

I'm sorry if you love skunks. I like them too, just not in my garage. He was not welcome in this place and he had to go. I tried to smoke him out with the smell of Ammonia, but he liked it. And let me reassure you, if he looked like this and wasn't such a big stinker, he could have stayed:

I'm off to take a bath in tomato juice, if I can't get this stink off. Funny, I just wanted to beautify my garage. Now, I'm going to have to deodorize it all: the house, the cars, the garage, myself. Ode to joy!

I still have my sense of humor. I'm giggling to myself because I was just telling the Lord that while my posts this week have been very spiritual, and all about Him, I like to provide a little humor every now and then.

He just smiled and then provided some new material just for you!

You're welcome! Off to the garage I go. Our house is the one with the green fumes and the crazy lady with all matter of cleaning products!

Smiling with a lot less stink (I hope),

Kristi