What! A skunk in the house?
Ian rolled out of bed, grabbed the flashlight in a bedside table drawer and headed out
of the room. Very calmly, I said, “I have to shower first. I’ll join you in about five
minutes.” I noticed that Tiptoe was not only skunked, he was spooked. We couldn’t count
on him to assist with the search.
When I arrived downstairs, Ian was investigating every nook and cranny in the family
room, but from a distance. His eyes followed the beam from the flashlight as it flitted
from corner to corner. Jenny had a doggie gate that shut off whatever room we wanted to
barricade from entry by any of our dogs. I headed for the fireplace, thinking I’d turn it on
for additional light. I stopped in my tracks when I heard a movement in it.
“It’s in the fireplace hearth,” I announced. “I’ll call Critter Control.” What I got was
advice from them, not on-site help. “They said we should open the nearest door and put
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