Uh Oh
Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 9:05 pmI'll start by saying that my wife hates it when I do this, but it's only twice a year.
However, some of you may remember me catching and getting sprayed by a skunk which I caught between two round bales, and thought was a cat. (Some may already see where this is going)
In my defense, it was almost 4 months ago that the skunk was in the trap. I noticed nothing when I loaded them in the dishwasher. But the combination of heat and steam apparently "reactivated" the skunk aroma. I caught a whiff, and tried to ignore it, hoping the wife wouldn't smell it. But it kept getting worse, and when she looked at me from the other couch and disgustedly yelled "JIM!", while pulling her shirt over her nose let me know the jig was up.
All the windows are open. I can't even bitch about the furnace running nonstop, since it was sort of my fault. At first I thought the lesson was "do this while the wife's at work". But in retrospect, I think that, as bad as it stinks right now, the gradual buildup was better than having her just walk in the house when it was in full effect.
As I'm sitting here typing this, she just stood up, said "I can't believe how bad it fucking stinks in here. You're never going to get that stink out of the dishwasher." I was forced to lie and tell her it'll probably be gone by tomorrow.
However, some of you may remember me catching and getting sprayed by a skunk which I caught between two round bales, and thought was a cat. (Some may already see where this is going)
In my defense, it was almost 4 months ago that the skunk was in the trap. I noticed nothing when I loaded them in the dishwasher. But the combination of heat and steam apparently "reactivated" the skunk aroma. I caught a whiff, and tried to ignore it, hoping the wife wouldn't smell it. But it kept getting worse, and when she looked at me from the other couch and disgustedly yelled "JIM!", while pulling her shirt over her nose let me know the jig was up.
All the windows are open. I can't even bitch about the furnace running nonstop, since it was sort of my fault. At first I thought the lesson was "do this while the wife's at work". But in retrospect, I think that, as bad as it stinks right now, the gradual buildup was better than having her just walk in the house when it was in full effect.
As I'm sitting here typing this, she just stood up, said "I can't believe how bad it fucking stinks in here. You're never going to get that stink out of the dishwasher." I was forced to lie and tell her it'll probably be gone by tomorrow.
