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What's That Smell?

So I woke sometime in the middle of the night to a not-so-delightful smell like burnt rubber in my bedroom. My first thought was that my livingroom lamp was protesting the fact that I left it on all night. Before I left for work, I ran around unplugging anything that I could unplug. When I got home earlier, the smell was even stronger.

Fortunately, some clouds rolled in so I could turn off the air conditioner and open some windows. I immediately got online so the internet could tell me something useful like how to pour ammonia in bowls or line the room with vanilla candles. It turns out that skunk smells are often described as burnt rubber.

Great.

I know for a fact that there was a skunk outside just a few days ago. I've heard the rumblings of a little critter. There are a million cats around here who could very easily coerce a skunk into releasing it's oh-so-special fragrance.

I'm a firm believer in starting with the most likely/least damaging scenario...when it's someone else's problem. Yet, I do believe I havea skunk roaming around here.

Now I need to figure out how to get rid of this thing.

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Christy said…
OHNO! Although...I am kind of chuckling over the thought of it...
7:26 AM
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