Earlier this spring, I was cleaning my house when I suddenly smelled skunk.
I have a much more sensitive nose than my husband, so when he couldn’t smell anything, I tried to talk myself out of it. Maybe someone had walked down the street smoking marijuana. Maybe a neighbor was outside smoking. But the smell persisted, and as I moved around the house, I became convinced it was strongest near my air vents.
That’s when my imagination went somewhere considerably less pleasant: What if an animal had gotten into the ductwork?
I went outside and inspected the Continue Reading →
