I don’t know if this is scifi-related, but I dreamed the other day that Heinlein was our house guest and he was a pain in the ass. Instead of building the house into a tesseract, he took everything apart and left the pieces lying all over the place. There were things as big as engine blocks in the living room. Maybe they were engine blocks. I had to step over them just to get around in my own house.
Then I discovered he had replaced the kitchen sink with one with teeny little taps on the near side and a teeny little faucet so close to the edge it was impossible to fill a saucepan with water. I was incensed. I decided to find the old sink and put it back.
So I went into the basement. It looked like engine block city down there, but no sink. As I stood on the wooden steps, it was so dim I thought the light wasn’t on. I flipped the switch to turn the light on, and it went dark. So I flipped it back. The sink wasn’t worth looking for, so I went back up and met a security guy asking what I was doing. When I explained about the sink, he was all, Oh yeah, that guy. He’s a pain in the ass.
But today, when I woke up and went into the basement for real, I smelled skunk. My eyes watered. I grew lightheaded trying to look for signs of a skunk. Then I remembered they put mercaptan in gas. I felt ill even before I remembered some recent news about gas leaks.
So it was on a Monday morning that the gasman came to call. The air it was so reeking we could hardly breathe at all. So he poked around and prodded and waved his gas detecting wand, but there was no work for the working man to do. Just a skunk.
Better than being blowed up real good, but still. What a pain in the ass.
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Interestingly, I’ve always been able to distinguish between odorized gas and skunk. The latter tends to have a bit of burnt rubber component, and has a distinct taste reaction at higher concentrations. There’s some good info, including cleanup recipes, at http://www.humboldt.edu/~wfw2/chemofskunkspray.html
This was like over the top, smell across the street and in your dreams skunk, and still, when houses have been blowed up in gas leaks, I wanted to be sure.
We also have a bottle of skunk remover just in case one of the cats gets sprayed again, but luckily they learn fast. But oh, that one clean-up job was no fun. Amazingly enough, tomato juice works, and you get an orange cat.