Skunked

Do not come wiz me to ze Casbah -
we shall make beautiful musicks togezzer right here!

We woke up Sunday morning to skunk smell wafting up through our heat registers.  "Oh great!  A skunk is in our garage!" we thought.  Another night creature drawn in by our construction crew's smelly lunch garbage.  We called ACC, but they don't come out until there is positive identification, i.e. we have to see it.  They recommended holding a wet towel in front of me so that I could spread flour on the ground to see tracks in.  Right.  I am so not doing that.  Have I mentioned my fear of skunks?

We ended up putting a loud radio in the garage and left the door open for a while, and R did end up exploring the area first with a wet towel waving like a matador.  We left for church in a totally skunked car.  Later we found chewed through garbage bags on the side of our house.  Our assessment:  skunk and raccoon had a fight over our garbage, skunk sprayed at the side of our house and then maybe hid in the garage.  Our workers found paw prints left in the dust on some pipes on Monday - confirmation!

For the eleventh time, we reminded our workers to secure their lunch trash!  No more critters, please!