Wednesday, June 28, 2006


I have a peculiar trait. I like the smell of skunk (in small doses, that is). Not because I think it is a pleasant smell, it isn't by any means, but it is an evocative smell. When a person smells that particular odor, it immediately takes them back to their funniest skunk story (or maybe that's just me).

Here's mine:

It was around early March of 1989 or thereabout. My husband (at the time) and I had just spent four years building our house from scratch and paying for it as we went, so there was no mortgage. Our daughter (yes that one) was 3 or 4 years old at the time. My first baby was a tiny terrier dog named George. That was one spoiled dog, but that is beside the point.

We had all moved into our nice, shiny new house, brand new carpet, new paint in the walls, etc.. boxes hadn't even all been unpacked. It was getting to be around bedtime, so I was in the bath (as was my want and habit). While I was in the bath my husband (at the time) decided to let George out to do his bedtime duty. George was well-trained, he would not cross property lines, so we trusted him to run out and do his thing and come back inside with no supervision. HOWEVER, that night, there was a cute little furry thing in the yard that George felt the need to investigate. Yup. Skunk. George decided he would be friendly with the pretty kitty and do what dogs do and run up and smell its ass.

George got a face full.

About that time, unbeknownst to my husband (at the time), who had opened the door and yelled for George to come inside, George came inside. At a dead run trying to escape the smell. I could hear my husband (at the time) start yelling and my daughter start screaming and crying, "Is he going to die, daddy???" George thought he could escape that horrible stench by running at a dead run through our brand new shiny house, with brand new carpet, with his face down on the carpet trying his best to rub that smell off.

Of course it didn't work, it just shared the joy.

George slept outside that night and we all slept in our brand new shiny house with brand new carpet with every window in the house open. It was about 40 degrees outside. Needless to say we all cuddled as close as we could get.

Now tell me the next time you smell skunk smell that you won't think of your funniest skunk story. ;-)

P.S. and FYI: Carpet Fresh for Pet Odors works WONDERS with getting skunk smell out of carpets. I have sworn ever since that that stuff is the greatest invention ever.


Odat said...

hmmmmm....I don't have a skunk story.....!!!!!! :-(

curmudgeon said...

Bwah! I'm weird that way too. I can tolerate the smell in a small dose. Wafting in the wind maybe.

Alas, no actual spray story, but I did almost step on a couple of them one night.
A large group of us were camping once and it started raining quite hard. Everyone had settled into their tents for the night. All was good until I decided I needed to make sure everything was secured for the night of rain. I threw on my rain gear and went out of the tent with the flashlight in hand. I was shining it toward my destination, when I thought I had better shine it on the path to the destination so I wouldn't trip on something. Just in time too. I had to stop mid-step, a left hop quick off the right foot, and a trail of shit all the wasy back to the tent.
I WOULD have stepped on one of two skunks walking across the trail had the foot continued to come down.

Maybe next time I'll tell you about the time I almost stepped on the rattlesnake...

Just D said...

A rattlesnake is something I have never come face to face with. I don't think I'd like it much.