Dead skunk in the middle of the road

On the way into Reedsburg last night, Tom ran over a very dead skunk in the middle of the road. It was so smashed we did not realize what it was -- until a second after he hit it. Although it was well over an hour before we got home, the truck was still reeking when he pulled into the garage.

And it is still reeking now. Since it is cold, we want to keep the garage door closed to help keep the heat in the house. He just took off for the railroad in the truck, though, so maybe the stink will die out over the course of the day. I hope what is left in the garage will dissipate, too.

Things like this are apt to set Tom off endlessly singing annoying songs, such as this:

You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high Heaven!

That's just the chorus, but he doesn't subject me to the whole song, which includes various other roadkill.

Haved a nice, skunk-free day!