Hey, smell this

Ben: Hey, can you smell something for me
Me: Um, I don't think so. That sounds like a poor life choice for me.
Ben: Come on, I just need you to smell my hand and tell me what it smells like.
Me: Fine, but I really hate this game.
I take a whiff and wrinkle my nose.
Me: Ugh! What is that? It smells like motor oil.
Ben: Well, I'm not sure but Frank (the dog) chased a small creature into the woods.
Me: You mean it's skunk.
Ben: Well, it's hard to tell because it was really dark. And it was pretty slow moving.

Yeah, it was a skunk.

I'll give Ben credit. He did look up the proper way to treat skunk (not tomato juice apparently). And he stood out in the backyard hosing down the dog with the hose and Dawn dish washing detergent on a rather chilly night.

Ben says that the skunk needs to rethink its defense mechanisms. Apparently when Frank discovered this small creature not only ran but also sprayed out this intriguing fragrance, he thought he was having the best day ever. He wasn't even embarrassed that he stank.

The only down side as far as Frank is concerned is that he had a rather cold and lengthy bath. Several cold and lengthy baths. He still kind of smells like skunk.