Imagine the scene: It's 2am, I hear my dog causing chaos in the backyard. Hit the lights and she's wrestling with a skunk! Dog kills skunk, dog smells to high heaven, house smells like ass, baby wakes up and wants a bottle, starts crying. I'm trying to contain the dog meanwhile shoveling smelly dead skunk into garbage can.
So, I'm in my boxers washing the dog at 2am. No tomato paste in the pantry so I grab the only thing handy that I think might work: SALSA! Me rubbing my skunky dog down at 2am with a jar of salsa and shampoo in the muddy side yard. Baby crying cause he wants to eat. House smells like skunk. Dead skunk shoveled into my garbage can on the front yard. All I can do is laugh.
Wake up this morning, salsa is not effective. Have to wait untul after work to mix up some baking soda. That was my night/morning today. Quite the scene! :-)
In need of another shower,
Andy