We were sitting on the couch last night watching the Olympics and Darren looks over at me and says, "Do you smell a skunk??" I had been sitting there thinking the same thing, but wondering if I was imagining it. Since Darren had finally mentioned it, I admitted to leaving the garage door open a "crack" to let some air circulate (we've been doing this periodically during the summer heat). We had a "What do we do now??" moment next. The stench was quite potent in the house, so we were pretty sure a skunk had been in our garage and not just roadkill in the street. We have a remote for the garage in the house, so Darren took a plate of food to put outside the garage in case the skunk needed lured out. Then he opened the garage with the remote, while I watched from the bedroom window to see if the offender would scurry out. No skunk in sight, but Darren did notice that the extension cord was knocked off the workbench and some empty boxes waiting to be recyc...