My son musta run over him last night when he came home. Lordee he stinks…I can’t bear to get within 10 foot of him. I would sure like to dispose of the body when I get home today from work but haven’t figured out the best way yet. Any suggestions? There are also a few entrails to deal with…yeech.
Old pepe thing musta emptied his stink glands at the moment of impact. help…
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Step One:
Make 10 gallons of Tomato Soup
Step Two:
Drown skunk carcas in 5 gallons of soup
Step third:
Remove carcas. My favored method involves disposing it in the mailbox of your mortal enemy, but you’re probably a better person than I.
Step Fourth:
Wash driveway with remaining tomato soup. For some reason, it’s the only thing that gets rid of the smell.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. - Wordsworth
Step One:
Make 10 gallons of Tomato Soup
Step Two:
Drown skunk carcas in 5 gallons of soup
Step third:
Remove carcas. My favored method involves disposing it in the mailbox of your mortal enemy, but you’re probably a better person than I.
Step Fourth:
Wash driveway with remaining tomato soup. For some reason, it’s the only thing that gets rid of the smell.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd. - Wordsworth
Step One:
Make 10 gallons of Tomato Soup
Step Two:
Drown skunk carcas in 5 gallons of soup
Step third:
Remove carcas. My favored method involves disposing it in the mailbox of your mortal enemy, but you’re probably a better person than I.
Step Fourth:
Wash driveway with remaining tomato soup. For some reason, it’s the only thing that gets rid of the smell.
Holy crap a triple post! Is this a record?
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Holy crap a triple post! Is this a record?
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Holy crap a triple post…what’s the record btw?
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Crossing the highway late last night
He should’ve looked left and he should’ve looked right
He didn’t see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are
You got your dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
And it’s stinking to high heaven
–Ray Stevens
Perhaps the tomato soup is correct (I’ve always heard tomato juice), but rather than wash it first, just get a shovel and a Hefty bag. Take a deep breath and hold it, then scoop the carcass up quickly.
BTW: A mother skunk and her kittens waddling in a line with their tails stright up are cute
Johnny L.A.
And then…?
Dammit I need specific instuctions!
Sorry I got a little panicky there…
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Oh and yeah a mother skunk and her babies are cute…
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Step One: Get the yellow pages.
Step Two: Call someone to do this for you.
There must be someone who specializes in dead animal removal on private property. To me, this would be worth a few bucks. Hell, to me this would be worth QUITE a few bucks.
FixedBack
“When learned men begin to use their reason, then I generally discover that they haven’t got any.”~~*G.K.Chesterton 1908 *
I actually LIKE skunk smell. Reminds me of my childhood, driving around the woods, going to my brothers’ Boy Scout jamborees. Yes, I am a sicko.
I’m not a fallen angel, I’m a risen demon.
I used to walk home from school past a farmer’s corn field. He’d shoot skunks he saw getting at his crop. Gawd that was a putrid smell, and this was from 100 ft. away!
Wrong thinking is punished, right thinking is just as swiftly rewarded. You’ll find it an effective combination.
LA,
Isn’t that Louton Lainwright?(sp?)
Cecil said it. I believe it. That settles it.
I assume, or at least hope that at this point the skunk has been taken to his final resting place.
However (FYI) Murphy’s Oil Soap is very effective against skunk smell. I used it on my dog several times one summer until she learned that the cute little black and white thing was not really that fun to chase, after all. She was sprayed at point blank range more than once and once even got burns around her mouth from it. Two bathings in diluted Murphy’s Oil Soap after each skunk encounter rendered her smell-free and it’s considerably easier and less messy than using tomato juice.
I’ve always thought that grocery stores in the sticks should have a display with a bunch of tomato juice and a stuffed animal of a skunk on top saying, " It’s skunk season…" then a little stuffed animal rabbit on a pile of carrots saying, " It’s rabbit season…"
If you find something, you have to turn it into the cops for 90 days. So, give it to the cops.
Or if you are lazy, just call the animal folks let them come get it. Or your back woods cousin Woody.
Well this is the way I handled it…
Spoke to 18 yo son ( remember the one that ran over the blame thing in the first place?)
ME: “Son would you mind getting rid of that skunk in the driveway?”
SON: “ummm ( lots of foot shufflin here) the one thats doin all the stinkin?”
ME: “mmm huh thats the one alright. That’s the one I had in mind.”
SON: “Gee dad I’ve got to go pick up a friend right now, maybe later. By the way you got any change? I need some gas.”
ME: “Well son I don’t have any on me but if that skunk disappeared I could get it for you fairly pronto.”
Well I handed him a shovel and a garbage bag and the skunk became a bad memory. Hey it cost me 10 bucks but you know some things in life are just worth it.
As to the disposition of the skunk body? I have adopted a don’t ask don’t tell policy.
“I’m the best there is Fats. Even if you beat me, I’m still the best.”
(Paul Newman in The Hustler)
Yes it was Loudon Wainright III
In history they will not fill their heads with battles, nor in geography with fortresses, for it becomes them just as little to reek of
gunpowder as it does the males to reek of musk.
- Immanuel Kant