As I sit at my computer, the still too rambunctious smell of SKUNK! is hanging in my house. We didn’t realize our dogs had been got pretty good by our midnight intruder until we woke up this morning with both of them holed up in our entryway.
My first conscious thought this morning was, “there’s a tire fire somewhere…”
Of course today, a busy day, jammed with stuff I was already committed to do. Our tenants are all having ant problems right now. Of course these highly socialized and intelligent creatures want to move in to your cool house with convenient H2O supply, and they’re pretty determined. So, this is the time of year we sweep around houses, cut away any overgrown shrubberies and trees, and put out those little ant bait stations. We found one nest in the rain gutter over a garage door, with a conga line leading straight down the rain gutter into the tenants’ house. They can build a huge nest, with all their little larvae tucked away, in layers of dead leaves. Wow, the rain gutter over your kitchen window – and they say insects have no intelligence?
We have a rental that sits next to a neighbor’s huge Magnolia trees, and the leaves build up between the old sagging fence and the backside of the house. The little crawl space has become tighter every year as the trees have grown bigger and pushed the fence against the house, making it more and more difficult to get in there. Then the neighbor had the fence redone, and we found out, the old fence had been located about a foot onto our property. They paid for the new fence so we agreed to tear out the old junk and get rid of it. Now we have a good eight or ten inches to get ourselves in there with rakes and shovels and get all that crap out of there. That is what I did all morning. It paid off – once we got in there, we found a pretty good sized nest in the facia board over the back of the house. If we’d let it go on much longer, there would have been rotten wood to replace too. We sprayed the heck out of it, placed some bait stations around the base of the house, and we’ll have to wait for our tenant to let us know if it solved the problem. Sometimes the nest is easy to find, other times we hunt and hunt.
We came back here at noon, and as we opened the entry door we were gamely greeted by SKUNK! Like a bracing slap in the mouth. I had already realized Biscuit had it all over her head, every time I petted her I had to wash my hands twice with Dr. Bronner’s. The floor and walls in the entry way also stunk. Dr. Bronner’s will take it off my hands, but the dog and entry would need something a little stronger.
Again, we have been around this block a few times. Years ago when our chou chou had her epic three year vendetta with SKUNK! we found this enzyme stuff at Northern Star Mills.
We hopped on the old tandem cruiser and headed out – noon is a bad time to go out in your car, but you can ride through the park any time of day and find your way to a lot of commercial centers within a hop, skip and a jump of the creek.
After raking crap out of a crawlspace all morning and taking a whiz-bang bike ride around town hitting all our morning errands, I made myself an extra stinking cup of java and prepared mentally to bathe Biscuit.
Biscuit hates baths, and she seems so exasperated we keep trying to give them to her. She’s done everything she can to communicate her feelings, stiffening all her limbs and going completely dead weight at the first sight of anything that looks like a shampoo bottle. We try to sneak up on her, but she figures it out fast. We try to coax her with treats, we bring buckets of warm water out of the house, we rub her down all over with the towel afterward. Ungrateful bitch – she shows her appreciation by curling her lip and snarling, and biting at least one of us every time. For the grand finale, she always manages to slip away before we can get the towel on her and fall into the first sticker-ridden dirt patch she can find, grinding herself in there like an old cigarette butt. Picking stickers out of her butt is almost as much fun as the bath.
Badges is the complete opposite.
That was a mess, we spilled a lot of the stuff trying to get it on them, and then she was really impatient about having the shampoo rinsed off, so we will have to regroup and try it again tomorrow.
At some point I will also have to get down in the entry way with some old socks and scrub the floor and walls, then spray the odor remover. I was kind of miffed, thinking, SKUNK! stole my day. But I realize, the entryway needed a cursory cleaning anyway – meaning, I will curse while I am doing it – and the dogs always need a bath.