The conservo-liber-fauna media would have you believe that shortly after being adopted, Hercules the Saint Bernard chased off a home invader. What a hero!
Pardon us for our skepticism.
Let’s examine the facts:
How coincidental. You’ll have to excuse me for seeing a grift when I see one.
Yowch. Please know that I’ll be ceremonially removing one of my pinky fingers as punishment for that pun. But it’s worth it!
You see, a battalion of skunks decided to invade a home. Ten of them! That’s a lot of stench!
A octogenarian and his wife came back from trips. Since the trips were separate, it was probably nice to finally see each other again, except, they were greeted by ten of the stinky monsters. Oh, and the AC wasn’t on. In Florida.
That’s ten skunks, prancing about as if they owned the place, living it up in the walls and chewing holes in the cabinets. That’s horrible! One of them even sprayed the inside of a dryer because it was dumb enough to be caught in it. The furry hoodlums were probably also fornicating in the house, and as we all know, what’s worst than the rancid smell of stale sex? The rancid smell of stale sex (right Alex?) … and skunks.
A heroic trapper has managed to capture the dryer skunk, but the search for the nine other fugitives continues. Our heart goes out to the Paelieris.
