I wish I could say that no one was harmed in the writing of these blog posts, but...
My guy would beg to differ. He was forced to throw out his favorite pair of shoes and a brand new tarp. And even worse than that was the dinner plate sized puddle of skunk juice that was deposited in the the bed of his pick-up truck. We were pretty sure we were gonna have to burn that truck to the ground and get a new one. But after a couple of weeks he was able to start driving again, without retching.
On the bright side, my house smells just fine these days and I am able to have people over again.
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