Tuesday morning was like any other morning in our house.
Everyone was ready to leave. Cate and Glenn had left for their morning coffee
run and Brady and I were working on getting his shoes on. If you know anything
about three year olds, this is long task that is usually met with resistance or
“I do it”. We walked out to our garage and
I noticed an odor. Not horrible but an odor…burnt rubber, hair on fire,
something that I was not used to smelling.
I looked outside as my garage door opened and didn’t see
anything unusual. We walked over to the car
to the passenger side. I noticed that the yard waste bag had tipped over. I
didn’t think a whole lot about it. Did
I bump it getting out yesterday? I placed my bags in the passenger
seat. I went to pick up the full yard
waste bag before putting Brady in his car seat. The bag started moving. I screamed out of shock and fear. I jumped in
the passenger seat with Brady trying to quickly shut the door.
A day late and a dollar short.
I called Glenn frantically. Not knowing what to do. Do I try
to pull out? What if I run something over? Am I shaking too much to drive? What
is it? No answer from Glenn. Try again. No answer. Next up. Call the mama. She’s
in the car. She can’t talk either.
So, I decide as the smell is getting worse to back the car
out of the garage. I back it out quickly, hoping not to hear a noise- a crunch,
scream or yelp. I get it out on the
driveway and realize that my three year old is the only thing making a noise
and he is sobbing. Not just sobbing but shaking. The kid is just scared.
I watch as the brown yard waste bag starts moving again. It’s
going to tip over. Whatever is in it is going to come out. And it falls on its
side. And as it does, the biggest, fattest, ugliest skunk saunters out of the
bag. It walks slowly to our neighbor’s yard and disappears.
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Brady, did you see the skunk? I think to ask him to try to make
it a science lesson but there is nothing but pure fear in his eyes.
I won’t give the gory details of buying baking soda and taking
my car to the car wash. Or that I took Brady to daycare only to get a call an
hour later saying he smelled so bad that he needs to be picked up and bathed.
Or that I had to take a second shower. Or that or mudroom is slowly starting to
reek of skunk. Or that my husband spent hours scrubbing our garage. What I will tell you is that I have been skunked.
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PS- You’re welcome for the good laugh I just gave each of you.
OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!! That's so horrible!!!!!!!!!!!! Poor things! That's terrifying. How's he doing now?
ReplyDeleteUGH!! That is awful. And such a HARD smell to get rid of!
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