Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, there was a housewife that had three lovely children and a lovely husband.  She got up one morning and got her daughter ready for school and her son dressed and fed while the youngest slept in.  When her lovely husband arrived home after having worked all night, she packed up the daughter and son in the car to take the daughter to school.  She dropped the daughter off and then returned home.  Each trip involved getting in and out of the car in the garage while walking past the garbage cans.  The day proceeded as normal and when 3 o'clock came around the housewife got into the car to go pick up her daughter at school.  Again, the trip included walking past the garbage cans.  In preparation for dinner, the housewife emptied the garbage can in the kitchen.  She strolled out to the garage and decided to take a peek into one of the garbage cans to see if there was a garbage bag in it as the garbage needed to be set out in the morning.  Much to her shock and surprise there was something more than just a garbage bag in the can.  There was...a skunk!  She ran back into the house and told her lovely husband.  He asked if the skunk was alive.  She replied that she didn't think so but wasn't sure.  So the lovely husband went outside to take a gander for himself while the housewife stood by the door.  The skunk was indeed alive, though not doing very well.  So the lovely husband pulled the garbage can out into the backyard and came back inside for his new shotgun.

I'll save you the rest of the details but I'd say that new shotgun has paid for itself and now we know where the source of the skunk smell was coming from.  What freaks me out is the number of times I walked past the sucker and somehow managed to not get sprayed...absolute miracle!

Can anyone remind me why we live in the country again?