Back before it started snowing every three days, we noticed a skunk in the neighborhood. We could smell it before we even spotted it, but as soon as I saw it waddling across the street, I expected it was only a matter of time before Chompers got sprayed by a skunk. It was inevitable. But by some miracle of God (or a fast moving car), the skunk disappeared and I never had to give Chompo a tomato juice bath. But here is how I imagine it would have gone down had that skunk made it into our yard…