Last night, after dark, The Husband let the dogs out.
A few minutes later I jumped up off my chair and yelled at him to bring the dogs back inside.
The same reason I immediately began closing windows.
Of course by the time I could smell it, it was too late. The odor was inside and Our Predator had taken a face full.
He's such a Predator that the spray didn't stop him.
Here's the tragedy. He killed the skunk.
He doesn't look that tough, does he?