Skunkworks
Jul. 23rd, 2013 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
klwilliamsWhen Chaz and I got home last night, I opened the car door and smelled a distinctive odor.
"Smell that?" I asked. It was a faint odor of skunk, close enough to be aware of but not very close.
"Yes...what is it?"
"Skunk. Can't you tell?"
"Oh. I always thought skunk would smell...stronger."
Chaz had never smelled skunk before, because England doesn't have them. Or raccoons, apparently, and possibly possums (I haven't checked). How weird.
Good thing we don't let the boys out, or we'd have to really stock up on tomato juice. (Chaz didn't know tomato juice was crucial for getting rid of skunk smell, either. The things we pick up in skunk country.)
"Smell that?" I asked. It was a faint odor of skunk, close enough to be aware of but not very close.
"Yes...what is it?"
"Skunk. Can't you tell?"
"Oh. I always thought skunk would smell...stronger."
Chaz had never smelled skunk before, because England doesn't have them. Or raccoons, apparently, and possibly possums (I haven't checked). How weird.
Good thing we don't let the boys out, or we'd have to really stock up on tomato juice. (Chaz didn't know tomato juice was crucial for getting rid of skunk smell, either. The things we pick up in skunk country.)
