Dillon Pyron wrote:


A while back, Mythbusters did an episode on the best way to destiink
after getting skunked. They tried three different skunks (all caged)
and did things like poke it in the backside, with no results. They
finally had to buy some "essence of skunk". Only after they used it
did they read the instruction "mix bottle with one quart of water".
--

Back as a kid in MO, I remember one summer evening when Mom and Dad
returned in the pickup from taking a load of brush out to the city dump.
On the way home, they ran over a skunk, flipping it up under the
truck. The skunk didn't "stick" up under the truck, but it sure had
ample opportunity to liberally douse the underside with scent. Dad
parked in the driveway and I was ordered to take a hose and wash off the
underside. Before doing that, Mom had me run to the celler and bring up
a couple quarts of stewed tomatoes she'd canned and they crushed them in
an old laundry tub out by the garage. The actual spray was confined to
under the truck, but Mom and Dad had enough of the scent on them that
you'd have thought they'd been sprayed directly.

My (otherwise quite dignified) parents then stripped in the garage and
washed down with the tomato juice, then washing their clothing in the
juice. I brought them towels and after drying off, they added the
towels to the tomato juice. They then used an old tarp to cover
themselves as they walked across the back yard to the house and a good
shower.

Being myself, I was sorely, very sorely, tempted to lock the house,
remove the tub of tomato saturated clothing and drive away in the
pickup, but a tiny sense of loyalty overcame that. (Actually, it was the
certainty of what would have happened to me when/if my parents had ever
found me). Somehow, the though of leaving my parents nude in the
garage, no clothing around, no keys to the house and the house locked
still makes me chuckle. It also helps to explain my own kids to the
good folk who've met them on cruises. Grin

I was only 12 or so at the time, and when washing the truck off with the
garden hose didn't work in the least, I simply drove it to a new-fangled
thing in town called a wand-type carwash, where a couple quarters got
lots of hot soapy water. If I recall correctly, the smell finally
dissipated in a week or so, though the clothing was eventually
discarded, along with the towels they'd use.

Nonnymus-

Suppose you were an idiot.
And suppose you were a member of Congress....
But then I repeat myself.

-Mark Twain