Post by default on Mar 27, 2010 20:15:53 GMT -5
So my family's in the process of moving. With my dad working and being the only one who will drive his Jeep and trailer, I've been carrying lots of stuff up or down to the first floor for my mom to pack up.
Tonight, I decided to get some more of the canned goods he canned back in '02-'04 that were in the basement. Mind you, all of this stuff was under water when our basement flooded a few years back, but I guess he wants the jars. So I loaded up a laundry basket full of jars (like I've done a few times throughout this week) and start across the basement.
When one of the lids popped up. Apparently, the seal had broken and it was just sitting there as the stuff smelled really rancid. I think it was chicken noodle soup. I got a little on my shoe and a patch on my arm, but luckily it avoided me for the most part and just hit the floor.
So I headed upstairs to let my mom know (and she figured out as the smell quickly followed). I decide to just take the basket out to the patio as some leaked on other jars and set it for the next day to hose it off or something.
Then I grab the rancid jar and head up to the edge of the property near a strip of woods to dump it. When I see something whit-ish under the garbage a foot or two away from me. I figure it's a raccoon or a groundhog (I've seen them around a bit) and head around the Jeep and trailer to dump it. When it starts trotting up the sidewalk in my general direction.
And I realize it's a skunk.
Somehow, I managed to walk by it (not even realizing I hadn't even dumped the can.) without getting sprayed. Granted, by this point it's farther away... on the other side of the Jeep.
I imagine it headed under the one shed, as my dad trapped about all the groundhogs that were living there.
Still, I imagine I reeked so bad from the rancid canned goods that it realized spraying me would be the equivalent of vomiting on poop.
I can STILL smell the stuff and I'm sitting on the second story after stripping down to my boxers in the porch and taking a shower with Axe shower gel.
Tonight, I decided to get some more of the canned goods he canned back in '02-'04 that were in the basement. Mind you, all of this stuff was under water when our basement flooded a few years back, but I guess he wants the jars. So I loaded up a laundry basket full of jars (like I've done a few times throughout this week) and start across the basement.
When one of the lids popped up. Apparently, the seal had broken and it was just sitting there as the stuff smelled really rancid. I think it was chicken noodle soup. I got a little on my shoe and a patch on my arm, but luckily it avoided me for the most part and just hit the floor.
So I headed upstairs to let my mom know (and she figured out as the smell quickly followed). I decide to just take the basket out to the patio as some leaked on other jars and set it for the next day to hose it off or something.
Then I grab the rancid jar and head up to the edge of the property near a strip of woods to dump it. When I see something whit-ish under the garbage a foot or two away from me. I figure it's a raccoon or a groundhog (I've seen them around a bit) and head around the Jeep and trailer to dump it. When it starts trotting up the sidewalk in my general direction.
And I realize it's a skunk.
Somehow, I managed to walk by it (not even realizing I hadn't even dumped the can.) without getting sprayed. Granted, by this point it's farther away... on the other side of the Jeep.
I imagine it headed under the one shed, as my dad trapped about all the groundhogs that were living there.
Still, I imagine I reeked so bad from the rancid canned goods that it realized spraying me would be the equivalent of vomiting on poop.
I can STILL smell the stuff and I'm sitting on the second story after stripping down to my boxers in the porch and taking a shower with Axe shower gel.
