We were bombed by one clever skunk this past Friday evening. He didn't spray one of the cars. Or the cat. Or the shed in the back yard. Nope.
He sprayed the heat pump, right there at the air intake. One strategically released scent bomb, and he fumigated the entire downstairs so badly that it made us cough and gag and burned our eyes. Three days later, you still get smacked with a wall of stink when you walk in the front door.
Minimum investment, maximum impact.
I'm thinking there is some important lesson I need to learn from this skunk, but my mind is so muddled by the fumes that I can't figure out what that lesson might be. Suggestions?
like a stone in your throat
1 year ago
3 comments:
Oh! I can't even imagine! I'm shocked that a skunk would do that. What would provoke such a random spraying? Maybe the heat pump kicked on and startled it? Weird!
I think Michelle is right. Make sure that the varmint didn't get into the duct work. Dad
I'm never there for the fun stuff!
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