Okay, you guys are going to love this.
My son called me when I was on my way to work this morning. He led off with telling me it was the worst morning of his entire life. I was about to pull over, as I was envisioning everything from him calling from the hospital to his beloved dog being run over, to...well, lots of horrors!
He had come home on Dec 21, and left on the 30th...last Sunday. This morning was the first time he had taken out trash. His trash can is provided by his landlord. It has no lid, and it has no holes drilled in it, so he often has to dump water out of it. This morning he went to put his trash in, and noticed it was frozen. He also noticed what looked like one of Dusty's dog toys that had accidently been thrown away, so he broke the ice to pull it out.
And found out that sometime while he was gone, a skunk had climbed into the trash can and drowned in the water. With warming and thawing, the skunk was half decomposed. And because it had been frightened, it was skunky ripe. Since it had been frozen over, he hadn't smelled anything...until he broke the ice. He said it was the first time a smell had ever made him throw up. He was calling me to ask how to get it out of the trash can and how to clean the can.
I told him to put on old clothes, put a bag over that trash can, load it in the open back of the Jeep and get the whole she-bang to the dump. Then wash the clothes immediately and shower. I'll buy the new trash can, with lid, to replace it! (He's in college at Boone, so is Broke College Student)
Better him than me! And I still had to pull over, as I was laughing too much to drive!