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No, but it made all kinds of other damn racket!!! However it couldn't stand on his hind legs in defiance as they were entrapped in sticky goo.

I once lived in a beat up trailer in the country and the mice were constantly dying in our trailer. One died in the kitchen and it smelled so bad we couldn't even sniff it out. My roommate went crazy and took the whole kitchen apart looking for it and finally picked up the toaster, turned it over, opened the crumb drawer and pulled out a dead mouse. Then he yelled "I'VE BEEN MAKING TOAST IN THERE ALL WEEK!".

I thought the bread was stale!

I had one stuff my air intake and interior air plenum in a Chevy Cruze full of turkey feathers from a Merriam I got. Kept smelling this odor all the time, took it to the dealer thinking it was some kind of mold. The service tech came and got me to show me what he found. I use those herbal packets now and they might work as they have not come back.

Count your blessings. The rats we had in Vietnam were on a whole different level.

While attending TAMU, I had a part time job working at our Lab Animal Research facility. Basically, the job consisted in the care and feeding of all the various animals.
Most of the other employees were very cute Aggie girls who were either Pre-Med or Vet Students, so it was a great College job.

We had more mice than any other animal as at that time, as they were doing research on Recombiant DNA, since they were super fast breeders.
Accordingly, we had to euthanize lots & lots of mice, the job none of the girls wanted to do. So of course, I became the head mouse executioner.

Friday night I was fast asleep and (as usual), my two canids were having the normal occasional yelling match with the Coyotes,... far in the backround,...the sorta' thing one subconsciously seems to turn the volume down on. Around 11 PM that changed, and alarm, anger and VOLUME were evident,...Golly,...Snake, stupid adolescent Coyote jumped the fence, Raccoon,...stray dogs ( or ferals) right on the fence line ? ....sigh, don sweatshirt, and mocs, grab flashlight,...sally forth to see.
None of the above, STRONGLY advised in the olfactory mode of same, directly I open the door,...the place has taken a direct hit from a Skunk, and it's evident that my little Cattle Dog Nip's been in the target area, she's madly rubbing her nose and face in the grass,...butt up in the air, rear legs driving, shoulders front legs and face driven and dragging. The old Queensland Heeler bitch, Grace is ROARING at some thick stuff over by the water well. I foolishly illuminate little Zorillo, and with a coughing snarl more like a lion than a dog, Gracey's got the skunk in her jaws, and runs off into the dark,....North, down the fenceline. Damn near choking in the stinking night air, I retreat into my humble abode, and return to bed......what's left of the night goes dead quiet, and the aftermath of this rank event can be dealt with in daylight.

Breath deeply,....Ah, fresh night air, and life in a rural setting.

You have my genuine sympathies

I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemies.

Hope you have some hydrogen peroxide and baking soda, Greg!

BTDT.

I have a dead one in my camping trailer right now, that I have not found as of yet. I guess that I will have to start taking things apart, but don't have a clue where to start. I looked in all the easy places and did not find it. miles

Good girl Gracey....that Skunk had it coming.....

This actually panned out pretty good,...a brief morning service saw Zorillo in an unmarked posthole, no mourners attending. Both of the skunked were demonstrating that behavior from which the term, "Hangdog Look" springs.
Saturday was a good sunny day, and by evening I was able to pet both of em' without having to consider a hand amputation thereafter.
Pretty amazing what the Sun does to whatever that Skunk essence is,...it must be really volatile.

I'm using "Just One Bite" bars, wired into 18" lengths of 2" ABS pipe, and the packets of grain in the parked equipment / vehicles. Thus far only had to deal with one Corpus Rodentious Stinkomatus this year,...it kindly chose to go tits up in a place fairly easy to find (follow the flies) in the tool and parts crib.

Over the last coupla' years, real honest to God Norway Rats have been turning up out here,...`they have certainly taking a beating on my place, ...nowheres NEAR as bright as a Pack Rat.

Having quite a few skunks cruise through lately. Caught 7 so far and the dog has been skunked twice. Skunks are to dogs what doughnuts are to a fat guy. 'they just can't help it'. My problem is really a dog problem as the skunks aren't doing much. Pack rats on the other hand are pests.

Better skunks than porcupines.

Whew, dead mice in a vacuum, pungent!