I thought I was pregnant... Part 2

Oh my! What an adventure.

BTW, in order not to scare my momz or any of our family members... we totally ARE done with our child-rearing. Promise! It was just the first thing I thought of when I got a whiff of that smell...

Anyway... here is Part II in pics...  I am exhausted...

At this point, the skunk went BACK under the gate and into our backyard... Where the husband was waiting with a hose.  He coaxed it back under the gate into the front yard where there were some landscapers staring and taking pictures. A flurry of Spanish ensued [between the landscapers and the husband] and a plan was hatched.

Of course, the skunk ran for cover, right under the husband's Dish van. So, the husband moved the van.

And then...

The landscaper dudes had no issues with walking right up to the rodent. None! They kept trying to capture it; running quickly when the skunk started to get angry.

It was kinda of funny.

But in a weird way.

Eventually, they got him.

They plopped him in the back of the landscaping truck and went back to work. Crazy.

Not much of a lunch break for my man... but at least the skunk has been dealt with.

Now, here I sit with ALL of the windows open, candles burning ,a seance going on, and all of the fans circulating as fast as possible. 

I am so over this skunk fiasco. I am thinking mid-day nap on MY lunch break.

Ahhh. The adventures of living in the "country."

I thought I was pregnant...

I can't share the WHOLE story. It hasn't finished playing out yet. There will definitely be updates to this post.

This morning, while the husband was getting ready, Alex decided to make coffee for the two of them. I woke to a horrible smell. It had a coffee smell to it, but it was much worse. I could barely stand it.

I laid there in bed, with my comforter up to my chin, trying to figure out why the coffee smelled sooo bad.

"Maybe it's the new bag your mom brought over," the husband offered.
"It's the same as we had before - and the last bag didn't smell like that," I said.

It was bad.

Then I started thinking about why it was affecting me so much  more than the husband - who basically shrugged it off.

THEN I started going over the calendar in my mind. You know, THE calendar. How long has it been... Is it possible. Of course not.

But...

Hmmm.

Thankfully, my thoughts were interrupted by the husband leaving... and then my son yelling up to me "I can't find my keys, and I don't want you to have to get out of bed, so I am going out the side gate."

"Alright," I yelled back down. "But don't think you're off of the hook for finding your house key!"

Could I be?!

Hmmm.

[KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!]

Huh?

I race down the stairs and there's Alex at the front door. So much for... Ah well.

"Sup," I ask.

"Mom... there's a skunk stuck between the garbage can and the gate on the side of the house. And it smells!"

"What?!" Yes, I am not with child!  Which is a good thing, cuz we are DONE.

"I walked right past it," Alex continued. "And it was making this 'pift' sound.  No wonder Milo [the dog] was going crazy."

I told Alex to scoot - I didn't want him missing the bus.

But that left me, Milo, Nic [asleep upstairs, missing the commotion and SMELL] and Isa. 

I knew what I had to do.

But obviously, since I mentioned this story would have several parts, I didn't get the job done.

But we tried. I had Isa camped out in the van to get pictures. Meanwhile, I looked for anything I could find to maybe, perhaps?, push the can over from the back side of the gate.

Nothing. The can is full. It's garbage day, after all.

Which means, #1 I have a stuck skunk. #2 We may miss the garbage guy.

It smells soooo bad. 

I am very upset with the construction worker who, instead of offering his assistance, called out to let me know I had a skunk stuck between the wheels of my garbage can.

$150 to have it professionally removed. I checked.
Might be worth it.

But, for the sake of entertaining you all - I have the husband coming home from work to help get rid of this little rascal.  And I will have my camera ready for some action.

You're welcome.

TTYL.