Man vs. Skunk: Round 2 The Backyard Showdown

10 PM. The air is cool and crisp. It's one of those September days where the daytime is summer and the evening fall.

It's rare to knock on the front door of your own house, and at such an hour. But I do. It's even rarer to be knocking on your front door wearing only underwear. But I am.

Yesterday morning we awoke to the smell of skunk. I'm rather adverse to the smell. Not that anyone enjoys the smell besides my aunt, but the musky rank stank of skunk turns my stomach and gives me...