We have a problem.
You see, we now (thanks to me, always wanting to up and move, every time I get pissy about mold, or asshole landladies, or whatever) live backed up to an Open Space. Open Space means "dry grass and animals that will fuck you up" in some other language.
Our neighbor has already warned us about the baby rattlers she has found, like clockwork, each year (I can't even recall when each year, because I was too busy mentally craigslisting a NEW new place to move to). She also mentioned the coyotes. Smaller than dingos, not into stealing babies.
And I have grown used to skunks, being in the country-fied 'burbs. So, when I smell skunk in the wee hours of the night, I'm irritated, but acclimating.
But when I get home, and outside smells fine, but there's a strong odor inside, I get pissy. And the fleas. We now have fleas. WTF?
In what I thought was unrelated news, there has been a strange sound in the early mornings, coming from the backyard.
Turns out, it's this sound, here:
http://www.outdoor-photography-topic-gallery.com/animalsounds.html
Scroll to the bottom, turn up your speakers, and click on "skunk".
Here's what we think is happening----Mr. Stinky is climbing into the undercarriage of our house. By Monkey Boy's room, judging by his complaints of "scratching noises". We thought he was just being dramatic. There's a vent, with the chicken wire bent back, with little tufts of fur stuck. And in our closet, where the smell is the worst, the floorboards are extra creaky. So, Mr. Stinky is probably all, WTF is going on up there, it scared the piss outta me! Hence, our smelly home.
Not okay, Mr. Stinky. Not okay at all. Your time under our feet is coming to a close.
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