The further adventures of Pepe

So it seems my previously reported skunk woes are not at an end.

Over the weekend, we started noticing a funny smell in one of the rooms of the basement. Faint, at first, so that we thought it might have been general basement mustiness or something. But it grew over time, and it's olfactory texture had taken on a decidedly skunky motif. I was not comforted by the reminder that this room's foundational wall stood adacent to the front porch under which our unwelcome guest, prior to his or her unfortunate and premature demise, had so recently taken up residence.

Further inspection of the porch confirmed that something of the family Mephitidae had indeed cut one recently. However, the previous entry to the burrow was still filled in and I couldn't see any other holes or displaced earth to indicate that another skunk had moved in. Perhaps one was ambling through the yard and was suprised by the neighbors dog, I thought. But would we be able to smell that below ground? Futhermore, while the smell was powerful strong in the basement, we couldn't smell a thing upstairs (God be praised).

Whatever was causing da funk was doing it below ground.

Under my porch.

Adjacent to a room in my basement--which was becoming increasingly oppressive to enter as the weekend wore on (but which also, God be praised, has a door).

Which leads the enchanting Mrs. White and myself to the speculate the following: there were some little skunky pups that got buried in that burrow, and their little skunky bodies are now decomposing to the point that thar stank glands is rupturin'. We'll have our suspicions confirmed or denied later today when the trapper guy comes back.

Oh how the ghost of you clings...