I woke up in the middle of the night to this really weird smell. So disoriented, I started sniffing around the apartment, stumbling around in my underwear. No, nothing in the living room… No, nothing in the kitchen or the bathroom…
Maybe our ridiculous mess of extension cords and surge protectors are melting somewhere?
Like a bloodhound (only much less effective), I followed the smell back into our bedroom. WTF is going on?
Casey insisted there was nothing to worry about and we got back in bed. Then right before I fell sleep, it hit me that I knew that smell! A SKUNK. He must have sprayed right outside our window.
This morning, our whole apartment reeked. mmmm! And I was complaining about the burnt popcorn that Casey burned two weeks ago! Silly me.