...in my house. By a skunk. At this moment I have a car full of groceries that I cannot get to because a skunk is making him or herself comfortable RIGHT BY THE CAR.

*not actual skunk - ours looks much more fierce and grocery hungry*
Come on, skunk. I need to get the groceries in so I can go to bed.
Please?
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What happened in the end???
Curtis and I finally got the groceries around 11 p.m. with no sign of the skunk.
agh! yuk!
and some people actually like the smell of skunk. gross!
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