Something stinks in RI

Today Todd and I made the devastating realization that his battle with a squirrel a year ago may have been a mistake and that perhaps he messed with the wrong squirrel. Apparently squirrels talk and we think they are joining forces. Why you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Late last night for no other reason than pure Coyer hatred a skunk, a suspected squirrel ally, cruised up to our front porch turned around, lifted his tail and gave us all he had. Yep, our house was sprayed. ::Seriously?!?!?!::

So there we are at 4am awakened as the stink filters into every inch of our house, completely convinced that a skunk had snuck in while we weren't paying attention. Todd searched and searched but alas it appeared to just be a spray and run, no skunk was found. Regardless, we now have an unfortunate living environment. The house smells, our clothes smell, the inside of our cars smell, everything smells. Sweet Todd is calling for justice but I think we are just going to lay low for a while. ::lights another scented candle and looks anxiously out the window into the darkness::