Our son heard the pounding and came down to see what was happening. He was so, so excited and nervous. We came upstairs to keep a vigil by the window, and when the mama came out to get another baby, my guy opened the window again and tried to scare them away. That didn't go so well, as evidenced by the following pictures.
The house smelled horrible that night. You know how you drive past a skunk that's been hit by a car? Well, there was that smell, but also a very pungent underlying smell that was stronger and stuck in the back of my throat. I lit 6 scented candles and sprayed a tissue with perfume so I could sniff that when it got too bad. It's terrible, but hilarious too.
By the next morning, the smell was much better. Or I was just numb to it. We hired a trapper to come, and he set 3 traps baited with powdered sugar donuts. As soon as the skunks show up in the traps, we are to call him and he will take them far, far away from here and release them. This morning I eagerly peered out the window, but the traps are still empty.
We don't dare go into the backyard, but it's rainy here today anyway.
I wonder how bad my house smells today. I think I have olfactory fatigue.