The Puddles

Tonight while we were reading books in the living room before bed I smelled something funny.  Not wanting to interrupt our nightly reading I continued without stopping.  Ben on the other hand pinched his nose and said, “What’s that beer smell?”  Thinking that having Ben equating beer with a bad smell was a good thing in the short term, I did nothing to dissuade his opinion.  But by the end of the last chapter, I was beginning to think the smell was not just my imagination but that there was something truly wrong outside.

I figured that the offending skunk was probably not still in the backyard since Rosie never once looked upset while she sat next to us the living room.  (And trust me she is very territorial.  She would have said something if she saw it.)  When I opened the backdoor, the smell was there.  I called Chris to warn him to come home through the front door.  He, of course, wants me to go see if the skunk is in the garage.  Are you kidding me?!!  I’m not going to actually TRY to find the skunk.  That is a recipe for disaster!  Chris is worried that if the skunk is in the garage that we have now purchased a skunky smelling double oven, and we won’t be able to return it tomorrow as planned.  So that line and that line only convinced me to go look.  I am too frugal and upset about the oven to have some skunk mess with my oven plans.

Luckily I don’t think that the skunk is in the garage.  But the smell is.  It is a cold night.  I think that the smell is more acute because of the cold.  That skunk could be anywhere.  But I think that I will wait until morning to find out where it is.