Baby Dunk

Everyman dreams of being awakened in that special way.

It happened to me just this morning.

You know what I mean.

"Hey pops, do you know how to get a skunk off the porch?"

That's the way to arouse a sleeping man.

Indeed, a baby skunk is inside the screened porch.

The 23 month old grandson is so excited.

"PaPa. Look. Baby dunk. Baby dunk."

The screens on the porch can be raised, which was done to let this charming little woodland creature escape.

Which it did.

But not before lifting its tail and leaving an odor that has permeated every square inch of the house.

Google is so helpful. I was just about to hose the house down with tomato juice when I read that tomato juice won't work. Apparently, the secret formula is:





So, that's my day so far.

And if this concoction can take away the smell left by the baby dunk, I'm gonna bottle it and sell it to New Yorkers to get the smell of Gadhafi and his camels out of their nostrils.