So we’re chillin’ at the house, making some dinner, having some wine and all is not good. We put Luke outside, where dogs should be and then we smelled skunk! Sure enough he wasn’t smoking a joint as we hoped, he had been sprayed. Said skunk had climbed into a gutter pipe, but was having a hard time making the corner to climb up. Some tapping on the pipe did not scare the skunk out. Keep in mind, the whole time we’re gagging from the smell…as I am now that the smell has infiltrated the interior of the house. I got the garden hose thinking that spraying the skunk might scare it away. It did not. So I turn the garden hose up to the gutters and as they fill, so does the drain pipe. We expect the skunk to come shooting out, but instead it’s a trove of scorpions…unnerving to say the least. As the pipe filled and the scorpions scattered, the skunk gave way and traipsed off to, hopefully be forgotten. It reeks! I don’t know what part of me, Kayla or anything else has skunk spray on it, but I have a feeling we’re going to be smelling this for a minute. Imagine rotten garlic and gasoline reduced down…that’s what it smells like!