We had another terrible week here. Illness, a trip to the doctor, late nights, difficult mornings. We finally got to Friday, and I thought, “If I can just make it through this one day, everything will sort itself out.” And then, we opened the garage door.
My first thought was that someone had broken into the garage and ransacked it. It was like in the movies, when you come back to your Manhattan apartment, and it’s been completely torn apart by mafia henchmen looking for the secret code-breaking software. Except it was the garage. And then I realized that the car was fine, it was just everything else that was strewn all over.
Then I realized that we had probably accidentally closed some creature in the garage overnight, and the poor thing had been scrambling trying to get out. It had even pulled up some of the concrete underneath the door trying to dig its way out.
Well, by that time the garage door had been open for a good half hour, and I figured the little critter had made its exit. I started to pick up just enough stuff so that I wouldn’t run anything over backing out.
And then I heard it. A little scratching scrambling sound coming from behind the garbage cans. It was like in a horror movie when you realize, “IT’S COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!“ I squealed like a little girl and jumped into the car. After my heart stopped pounding, I got out and crept up as close as I dared, held my phone out at arm’s length, snapped a shot, and leaped back into the car.
We were wicked late by this point, so we just left, leaving the garage door open so that it could leave.
And then we got home and it was still there. You see, skunks are nocturnal. It had slept the day away while I was at work. And it was still there. So we put our Skunk Removal Plan into action. I banged on the back of the garage hoping to get it to go out the door. It just skittered along the back wall of the garage but wouldn’t come out. I opened the back door, and it just sat there and stared at me.
We enlisted the help of our lovely neighbor who donated dinner scraps to lure the poor thing out. We all went inside to finally get dinner going, and lo and behold, the skunk crept out and started eating.
And that’s when I realized that the garage door was stuck open. We frantically pushed the button to close the door and it wouldn’t budge. Our only option was to close the door using the emergency-close pull string from inside the garage. So Jake and I got on the phone with each other, and he watched the skunk and described it’s movements while I crept in the back door of the garage to get to the pull string. It sounded like this:
Me: Can you see it?
Jake: It’s still eating.
Me: Is it still eating?
Jake: Yes, it’s still eating.
I’m walking in the back door of the garage.
Jake: The skunk is on the move! The skunk is on the move!
Me: <loud squeal as it’s walking toward me into the garage> GO AWAY, SKUNK!
And he turned around and high-tailed it out (no pun intended!). I was able to close both doors, and we all ran inside. He eventually came back and cleaned the dinner plate, and then wandered off to find another garage to hibernate in.
And that the was icing on top of our week.