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“Stinkin’ to high heaven!”

When I was a young lad, my family lived in the country. Due to our secluded location, we traversed many a wilderness road. Due to these wilderness roads, we would often see, or just smell the remains of a cute little black and white skunk. And, frequently the refrain of that little ditty would joyfully leave our lips:

There’s a dead skunk,
In the middle of the road
Stinkinnnnn to hiiiiiigh heaven!

Thing is, until tonight (unless my memory fails me) I have never been the skunk’s murderer. 🙂

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, as we climbed the hill on a two-lane country road, with a vehicle approaching in the on-coming lane, a tiny creature slowly scurried across the road on a seemingly perfect path for my left front tire. He missed the car in the opposing lane, but as I had originally predicted, perfectly timed his visit to our left front tire.

Within 5 seconds I was rolling up my window, and hoping the smell wouldn’t get any worse.

Now, where were those tomatoes…

So, our van stinks. Our driveway stinks. It even stinks a bit inside our house. And, maybe my clothes even stink? 🙂

And there’s a dead skunk, in the middle of the road… 🙂

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