Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I'm Back and I've Been Skunked!

We've been in our new place, in our new town, in our new state for a little over a month. Things have finally settled down (and I unpacked the camera) that I hope to get back to blogging again. I will hopefully soon tell you all the wonderful things about our new life, and it is GREAT, but first I must ask you this. Why do these....


HATE ME!!!!

Seriously, I have a long history with skunks. Way back before wildcat was born I used to take my class on a campout to Mammoth Cave. My co-teacher and I got treed in my station wagon for hours by several of these bad boys in the middle of the night. Now, you may ask why were we up in the middle of the night? Tending a child that was so homesick that she threw up in the tent from her crying so hard. Again, why walking across the campsite? Her dad was sleeping with the boys 20 feet away. So, we dealth with hysterical pre-teen girl, cleaned up puke with no running water and only port-o-potties, delivered her to her father, and then got treed by skunks. All that to only have to get up early and have to hike for miles the next day.

I have long since given up camping. I was scarred for life. What can I say? Those memories were safely tucked away never to bother me again until last night.

Paul and Kapooka walk in from Wal-Mart and the SMELL fills the air. A skunk attacked the car with them in it. My poor van. My poor family! The stink washed off them just fine, but the van still reeks. Paul is going to try taking it to the car wash and use the undercarriage wash, and someone else has offered to let us use tomato juice and his power washer.

The skunks of the world have a vendetta I tell you!

Post Divider

Post Divider