Skunk?

Branden came home from the preserve and a smell came in with him. I really couldn't tell what it was, but it was pretty strong. He took off his shoes and sure enough the smell was on them. It was definitely a skunk, but not as strong as what I smell when one has been hit nearby. But then he put it right under my nose and I about died. I really hate those things. The funny thing about it is that Branden saw one, but doesn't remember it spraying. Well it did and his boots got it. I am just glad that it was just the boots and not his whole self or a dog. Oh well. You would think that I would be used to it considering that there is usually one killed on the highway by our house at least every other week. That is a smell you just can't get used too.