I am one of the few people I know who doesn’t mind the smell of skunk. That was until recently when my dog got skunked in the back yard. There is a big difference between the far-away, just passing through smell of road kill and having an up close and personal experience. Wow, it gets right into your pores.
The first time it happened the weather was still warm and the windows all open. The overpowering smell of skunk permeated not only the dog, but all the rugs, curtains, and bedding. We took the dog to the groomer who gave her a special bath ($55) and began washing everything in the house.
We also called a pest control company who came and told us that it would cost $900 for them to set traps for 5 days, with no guarantees. Thanks, but no thanks. We went and bought a trap ($35) and got all sorts of advice about what to bait it with. Every night we put out the trap at dusk and got up at dawn to an empty trap.
Unfortunately one morning we let the dog out before the sun was fully up and yes, she got skunked again. And this time, really bad.
We left her in the garage until we could get an afternoon appointment with the groomer. (another $55) Fortunately we could walk to the groomer because putting the dog in a car was not an option. The shop is in a small strip mall and I was not there 5 minutes before we heard fire sirens and the firefighters telling everyone to leave the premises. Apparently my dog’s odor was so strong that someone in another shop thought they smelled a gas leak. Yeah, not too embarrassing.
Home again and we began doubling our efforts to trap the skunk. Apples, peanut butter, marshmallows, cat food. We began trying them all and in different combinations. And then one morning we looked out and saw the trap door was down. Of course we had no idea what to do next because we certainly didn’t want to get skunked ourselves. So slowly and carefully we approached the cage. (We couldn’t see in it because we were told to cover it with a garbage bag before putting it out.) Martha tried poking at it with a very long stick and was convinced that we had caught something weighty, as opposed to the occasional chipmunk we found. But when I looked from a different vantage point I saw something with a long white snout.
Yes, we had caught a possum. A possum with very nasty looking teeth.
Honestly, we don’t understand why this is happening. We live on a very busy street in a very suburban setting, with a totally fenced yard, with a dog. Why any wildlife makes our yard a home is beyond me.
Anyway, there was no way either of us was going to pick up this creature, or lift the trap door to let him out. So another call to pest control to have the possum relocated. ($162)
And the saga continues. Every night we set the trap. Every morning we look, both hopeful and terrified that we caught something. As the days get shorter and the nights longer, my dog is confined more and more inside the house. In fact, we are all being held prisoner and we are not very happy about it. Plus the house and yard still have a faint odor of eau d’skunk. It’s impossible to get rid of.
Anyone know a skunk whisperer?