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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

#55-THE NOT SO SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS (part 2)




















For those of you newer followers each Friday I reprint an earlier post.  Sometimes I tweak it a  little sometimes I don't.  


STOP!  THIS IS PART 2.  If you are starting here you need to stop and go back to the previous FRIDAY (6/17/11) where THIS FLASH BACK started).






















          I put the garbage can in the garage and dropped an egg down into the can.  When the sweet thing (notice how the words describing the skunk are softening) just looked at me and did not tap a warning.  This gave me the desire to pick it up.  Still with gloved hand and old clothes I leaned over the trash can and slowly picked “pepe” up (as I tucked its tail under its dangerous end).  It was adorable, it sniffed, cuddled, and I think it smiled (I was in love).
          The next day, late in the afternoon, I drove it up into the hills behind our place.  I put the garbage can on its side and little Pepe (or Priscilla = I wasn't about to check the business end to find out) walked out.  But, instead of racing off into the wild (well, semi-wild) it turned and ran toward me.  I kept turning it around as I tried to shoo it off.  It was then that I heard male laughter coming from the sky.  Was God laughing at me?  I mean, I know he has a great sense of humor after all He did make this beautiful animal with its odiferous defense system.  OK, it wasn’t God, but two linemen hanging from a pole with a perfect view of my dilemma.
          After, I finally ran the juvenile off I jumped into my car and headed home.  I reset the trap, donated another egg, and placed it under my house after all it takes two to argue.  

I heard the trap go off that night.  So, thinking that I was now the GREAT ANIMAL HANDLER I went out to do a replay before going to work.  That way I could get this one up to where I released the first one and they could hook up.
          I repeated the procedure (even though I noted that this one was a bit larger).  But, (AND HERE IT COMES) this one had other ideas.  Just as I tripped the door it flipped its hind end up and LET ME HAVE IT (and it was a full load)
          I had never been sprayed before and had I known just how nasty it could be I may have allowed the massacre to happen earlier on my front lawn.  While retching I slammed home the trash can and its lid.  I called work to tell them what had happened and then called my mother to bring me TONS of tomato juice (which was a remedy my boss suggested). 
          I took my clothes off in the back yard, ran (el fresco) to the bathtub filled with tomato juice and scrubbed myself raw from head to toe.  Then I repeated the procedure with scented soap and shampoo.
          Thinking myself odor free I headed for work that afternoon.  I no sooner cleared the door and walked in than EVERYONE stood up, pointed to the door and uttered, “OUT!” (apparently my smeller was burned out by the experience).  Luckily it was Friday and I had all weekend to burry my clothes and lounge around in tomato juice (and various other concoctions my friends suggested ----by phone).
          Both the trash can and occupant was unceremoniously dumped from my car as I drove BY the place I had deposited the sweet one.  The lid popped off as it rolled down a small embankment.  Success, mission accompolished.  Two animals saved.  Cost:  A new trash can, 4 eggs, jeans, shoes, underwear, tomato juice (20 large cans), shampoo, rinse, assorted other remedies, and a burned out nose (all-in-all about $50!).  (100% TRUE)

kt2010

7 comments:

  1. You are killing me! The trouble you get into!!!

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  2. Well, I appreciate the effort. One of my earliest memories is of when my neighbor came by with a shotgun to kill a (possibly rabid) racoon that was living in my dog's house. Probably for the best, but I still remember the blood...

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  3. You are much nicer than me. I really love animals and I have nursed all kinds of strays and fed and saved everything from turtles in the middle of the highway to snakes in the garage, but skunks I just can't deal with. I have been known to rant when one has sprayed to close to my house, about the need for a skunk bounty! This from the woman that signs every other animal saving petition to come down the pike.

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  4. Oh that is pricless! I would have done the same thing though! Honestly I can't stand the thought of killing something for no reason. Which is why the mouse has a new home! hahaha.. I believe you are correct. We are two of a kind.

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  5. Funny, FUNNY post! My comment has to be short because there's a funny smell that seems to be coming from my computer. Where's the tomato juice?

    PS--I haven't been able to open yesterday's post, about the hero. My computer says it does not exist. Has anyone else had the same problem?

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  6. OH MY! I can't even begin to imagine how bad that smelled! So, apparently tomato juice doesn't work quite as well as it is supposed to work!

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  7. Two of our dogs got skunked a few years ago. They'd gotten away from us at an event. To get them home we had to take them in the car.

    Big mistake.

    HUGE MISTAKE!

    Good for you for being a real lifesaver kiddo.

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