I guess the guy across the road at the lake fancies himself a bit of a do-it-yourself-er. He has all the accoutrements: a pickup truck, some kind of four-wheeler ATV, and assorted doohickies. This season there has been a skunk spotted running between his place to my sister’s. Though the skunk hasn’t been bothering anyone, he decided it would be smart to try and catch this skunk. Without assistance.
I came into this story when I was burning up my dad’s old rotten wood last week. “Whew!” I said when I caught a strong whiff of skunk. “It must be coming from the wood.” It was so powerful, I assumed the skunk had its way with the woodpile and that’s what I was smelling. I was wrong. It was Tool Time With Tim across the street. He might have caught the skunk, but in retaliation it unleashed its full fury and you could still smell it a week later.
Lesson here: don’t be like Tool Time. Call a professional, or just leave it the hell alone!