“What time does The Man get off work?”
“3:30 or so, why?”
“I need him to stop by my house after he gets off work and help Big Daddy get rid of a skunk that’s in our live trap.”
“Seriously”
“We were trying to trap the groundhogs that are destroying our garden, it didn’t even have any food in it yet.”
So ok then, I call The Man and the convo went a little like this:“Can you go over and take a skunk out of Shell’s live trap for her?”
“OH HELL NO. Are you kidding? Tell Big Daddy that I’m sorry about his luck, but no way. I love you, and I really like your family, but a skunk? No way am I getting sprayed, been there done that!”
My sister, Shell, DOES have a way of getting into some pretty stinky messes, but I’m pretty sure this is the stinkiest. And after talking with The Man a little more and finding out that there’s just no way to let a skunk out of a trap without SOMETHING smelling, I was a little reluctant about him going over there too!
Big Daddy would just have to suck it up and sleep out in the tent for a few days. Or better yet, maybe let Shell do it! LOL.
So I’m imagining all kinds of bad things going on over there when Shell finally calls me later in the evening.“Go look at your email”
“OK, why?”
“Just go look and shut it, it’s for your blog. I sent your other sister pics of the get-together for HER blog”
Great. My mother is horrified that I write about bodily functions enough. Now I get the stink, Am gets the pudding. *sigh*
Never-the-less… back to the skunk. Apparently it was a baby and it didn’t even spray. Guess we ALL learned a valuable lesson about live traps. *shudder*
1 comment:
It is so cute. Shell should have kept it as a pet. They make great pets and don't spray unless they are threatened or scared. Way to go L. Can't say as I blame J for not going.
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