NORMAN — Things should be looking up. The future appears on the horizon like a shimmering promise of better days ahead.
Then why are we still fighting the same old battles?
In a recent column we chronicled the exasperating encounters with ants in our home and skunks spraying the interior of our garage. They were tales of unpleasant, but in their own way, funny events which have been relegated to the archives of history.
Not so fast. We may have spoken too soon. The day after that column was published, this reporter’s skunk saga continued.
While driving home from work in the early darkness on a December afternoon, a country kitten (also known as a skunk) darted in front of the car a split second before the dreaded thump of its impact with the front tire. L’odeur de moufette permeated the highway, the countryside and the car.
The garage was beginning to lose that overpowering aroma from the last spray job and now the tires were freshly drenched in the stench. Ugh.
When Hubby heard the sad and stinky tale, he chuckled and said, “That must have been your skunk I just saw on the road.”
Then things got worse.
For reasons we did not discover until Christmas, skunks have always frequented the area around our house. The dogs would dutifully chase and sometimes kill them. During those encounters of the odiferous kind, they were sometimes sprayed by the stinky visitors. When a skunk expels its load close to the house, no matter how well insulated the house may be the smell, on occasion, does ooze into the house.
It seems that the critters like to partake of the dog food left outside for, you guessed it, the dogs. Since that discovery, Hubby noticed that the skunks come around nine in the evening and chow down. He takes the Red Ryder BB gun and shoots them, temporarily scaring them off. But they always return.