It’s true: you don’t have to live on a farm to tangle with a skunk. But in 21 years of marriage (next weekend) and four dogs, this was our first run-in.
Many all members of the family hope it was our last.
Especially Cassiel, who still looks kind of pink, and even now offers up a little whiff of skunk from time to time.
Because we are homeschoolers good sports we managed to make even this particularly nasty little life lesson somewhat educational. The little ones have greater appreciation for the wiles of Jimmy Skunk (Birdie just read this to me the other day) and Mathaus cranked out a Mathaus Explains video focusing on the chemistry behind the catastrophe. Apparently, we aren’t the only ones afflicted by God-ordained chemical warfare, as that video quickly became his most-viewed offering.
I don’t know if that should make me feel better or not, but it kind of does.
Here’s to a summer with more adventures, less odors, and the kind of excitement that doesn’t require face masks and tomato juice baths.