Today was another scorcher, with high humidity. Mr Weatherman promised a thunderstorm to move some of the humidity out, but apparently his prognostication model was on the fritz. One of the young ladies in our life group asked if we could have a campfire tonight at life group. I suggested that we could simply stand outside with marshmallows and chocolate in our hands and have s’mores.
We rely on the attic fan to cool our house in the evening. Once the sun goes down behind Beaver Stadium we can usually crank that fan on and the cooling commences. The only drawback comes with humidity. For some strange reason, pulling that cool wet air into the house fails to make us feel better; only wetter. But the humidity actually abated tonight, so I was anticipating a good night for sleeping. With hopes high, I flipped the switch.
I don’t know if the Lord thought it would be funny or what, but we sure didn’t expect what happened next.
As those wonderfully large fan blades worked their magic on the cool night air, an uninvited guest tagged along into the halls of the house. Somewhere, very close, in our backyard, a skunk lay in hiding. We had no warning. There was no altercation between a dog and a skunk, nor a cat and a skunk. But Mr Skunk was clearly present and active.
Fortunately, I live in a house that is relatively free from overactors. Oh wait…Lilly was gagging, Kim’s eyes were watering, and Josie kept going on about how it smelled like food. I have no idea what that girl has eaten in her past that smells like skunk butt, and I’d just as soon not know. We quickly killed the fan for the night and closed some windows, but for about 15 minutes it was as if Pepe le Pew had taken up residence in our living room.
Hilarious…life with Team Sublett is never dull, baby. And I’m pretty sure that I heard God chuckle amidst the gagging and screaming.
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