The smell was awful, and it was distinct. Jeff and I realized it at the same time. It was a skunk. Jeff ran outside to check on Steve. I did what any good housewife does in the time of crisis... I Googled "how to get the skunk smell out of a dog." After making some concoction using all my baking soda and vinegar, Jeff advised me it wasn't Steve. He gave him a bath with soap and water, and Steve by no means smelled good, but he sure didn't smell like a skunk. The skunk must have sprayed right outside of our house. It was 10:30 p.m. I was exhausted, and I thought I was going to throw up because our house smelled so bad. But what are you going to do? I sure didn't want to go hunting for that skunk. So we went to bed trying to breathe through our mouths and hoping the smell would just disappear.
The next morning, our house still stunk. We had become so used to it, that we didn't even realize it until we left and then came back in the house. I became paranoid that our clothes smelled and that everyone would run away from us. When Graham got up, I told him the whole story about the skunk. And like a good boy, he wanted to go outside to check out this skunk. Thank goodness the skunk wasn't around.
A few hours later it was quite evident that G needed a diaper change. One disgusting diaper to say the least. As I was changing him, he looked at me and said, "Ohhhh, there's a snunk (skunk) in my bottom!" I couldn't control my laughter. In fact, it was so stinky that I wouldn't have been surprised if that skunk just hopped right out of his diaper. Needless to say, we've been snunked...in more ways than one!