Good news: There is nothing trapped alive under our house.

Bad news: There is something dead trapped under our house.

Although the severity of the skunk stench has pretty much dissipated, there has still been a lingering odor as you move from the hallway into our bedroom. (Being the pregnant one with dog-nose, I am the only one who continued to smell it.) After much pestering, Steve volunteered to do a quick round under the house to make sure all was well. Let’s just say that the mission turned ugly about the point that he found out what that unidentified lump was that we spotted last Sunday when we did that cursory look from the crawl-space with a flashlight.

Two heavy-duty contractor bags, a bottle of enzymatic formula and some other potion he unearthed from the garage later, and my husband just moved up about 15 notches on the best husband ever scale.