Having a skunk under your house is a nightmare! And not one of the ones where you feel uncomfortable but you don’t really know what’s happening and you wake up easily; no it’s a nightmare that overloads all of your senses, sight, touch, sound, SMELL, and it’s one where even when you pinch yourself, you don’t wake up. If you do happen to wake up, you don’t find relief, or at least that’s what happened to us. Living on a farm in Wyoming, I know that there are skunks around and I’ve seen one wandering here and again, but golly this was a different experience. I was literally asleep having a nightmare about a fight and there was scratching and growling and then there was green fog and an awful smell, and when I woke up two of those things remained: and it wasn’t the green smoke.
Well luckily my husband Neil has a friend who does things like this for a living. We wouldn’t get any sort of discount, but it was nice that we knew him and could trust him to do the job right. He came and did an inspection while we moved out to the guest house until the smell (and hopefully the skunk) was gone. He came back to us with bad new, it wasn’t just ONE skunk under our house, but a whole family! The good news was that he could get them out. He set up a trap outside the whole that wouldn’t let the animal get back underneath the house once it left. That worked great for parents, but the babies were trickier. Since they were on the edge of the house though, he made a small pen outside the trap so when the little ones came out they were ours for the removing.
I have never been so thankful for someone in my life. Not only did he get rid of the skunks, but he recommended and taught us how to use an odor control to get rid of the awful skunk smell. Having your nightmares become a reality is never a good experience, but with how smoothly everything was taken care of it was hardly a bother. Plus, staying somewhere other than our house was like a mini vacation! Overall I’m just so happy that we were able to take care of the problem before it became a PROBLEM and that there are no longer skunks under my house.

I’m more than a dead skunk in a crawlspace, I have feelings too. I’m not sure how long I’ve been in this place, but it has to have been quite a while. I got sick a couple of months ago after a bad fight with a raccoon. I sprayed him but he definitely got off better than I did. I’m not sure if I died right after that or if I wandered around for a while before I found this place, my memory is a little hazy. I don’t remember a lot from before I died, but I remember my life, and everything after the fact.
At first I was in denial. I kept telling myself that I couldn’t have been that guy that when people ask what happened to him they say, “Oh, he died in a crawlspace.” That was my uncle, or at least we think it was but skunks all look the same. Then I was angry because cats and raccoons kept coming down near me because it’s warmer down here and I became a convenient snack when needed. After a while I didn’t mind as much, I mean I’m a dead skunk rotting in a crawlspace, I can’t exactly be picky with my company can I? Besides it was nice to know that not all of me went to waste.
Right now though, I’m tired. My body is almost gone, there’s only fur, some bones, my tail, and one foot left; the rest has been scavenged and just decomposed. I’m wary of the same old sight of gravel, wood, and the small peek of sunshine I get once in a while from the hole I used to get down here. I just want someone to come get me out. Dispose of my body somewhere and let me get to the “Rest in Peace” part of death. Being a dead in a crawlspace is nice and all, but I’d much prefer to be dead in heaven.

My husband and I recently found what we believe to be a skunk, living under our house and let me tell you: there is no air freshener strong enough to get the permeating smell of skunk out of anything. Not Febreze, not AirWick, not Glade, not any of them, and I would know. I have tried anything and everything from hanging lavender around the house to completely scrubbing down the carpets and everything else. Nothing is getting the terrible smell this skunk is wafting through our house, out.
About three weeks ago, Mike (my husband) and I were watching a Criminal Minds rerun when we first heard the scratching in the ducts underneath our house. At first we thought it was just a sound from the show, but we kept hearing it ever few nights or so. It wasn’t until the third or fourth time that we heard the sound that we smelt the skunk under the house, I don’t know if something scared him or what but man oh man did it stink. Since then it has sprayed three more times and I’m going out of my mind. I’m almost positive that the nerves in my nose are dying because I can’t seem to smell anything BUT skunk; even when I leave my house! Not only can I smell it everywhere but the people around me can smell it too. They don’t say anything but I see the looks and I can definitely tell that they cover their nose when I’m around.
It’s hard to stay out of your house AND avoid public places. I really can’t do this for much longer. I thought it would only be the one time so I just pushed through it, but after the second stink bomb we set up one of those silver cage traps near where we think it’s getting in. Our house’s foundation is on a key so you can crawl right underneath it and I can see a hole back by where the ducts go under the house. I’m positive that’s where it’s coming in from but I can’t get to it to set a trap or anything. I just need to get this skunk out from under my house!

I rent a studio in California and I have a problem with skunks in my yard. It all started about a week ago, or I guess by now it would be two weeks, any way that’s beside the point. They’re scratching at the side of my house trying to get under and causing quite the ruckus I’ve lost quite a bit of sleep over it, since they’re coming from my landlord’s backyard under my house, I can’t really do anything about it. They scratch and move things so that they can get under the house, and then they crawl under my kitchen and bathroom and right into my front yard!
At first I thought it was just one, but now I’m almost positive that it’s two. I’m not sure if it’s two adults or if it’s an adult and a baby, I’ve heard some squealing and other strange sounds from them, but then again I don’t know what a skunk sounds like, just what they smell like. Several times since the skunks got into my yard there have been instances where they sprayed under the studio and it started to stink shortly thereafter.
I know how they’re getting into my yard (that’s fenced in by the way), and how they’re getting out. Like I said they crawl under my house from my landlord’s side of the property, then squeeze under the fence to get from my property out. I haven’t come face to face with one yet, I’ve only seen them from inside my house, but I’m afraid of bumping into one when I come home from work at night. I haven’t done anything to get rid of it and I haven’t called any professionals in either, but I’m trying to find someone so when I tell my landlord about the problem, I also have a solution. Really looking for some help getting the skunks in my yard, out of my yard. I’ve heard about a company called Allstate Animal Control, I guess they trap and remove animals, I hope they can help me.

I have never been so ticked off with my dad. Last night he tricked me into following a skunk into our shed. BAD IDEA. I didn’t even know there was a skunk in there! It didn’t smell like skunk and I sure as heck didn’t see any black and white creatures waltzing in and out of it. But sure enough, as I dug around trying to find a trap my dad laid for the skunk, that I did not know about because he just asked me to go get the trap from the back of the shed, I found a shiny metal trap, and a big fluffy butt at the same time. I’ve showered so many times I can’t believe my skin isn’t falling off of me from all the scrubbing. I even stole my little sister’s loofah for extra scrubbage, but don’t tell her that.
I turned 16 a couple of years ago so I’ve been driving long enough to have smelt a skunk or two in my short life, but wow it does not compare to this. While the skunks in the road smell like rotting trash, you can drive past it and it’s not intolerable. The skunk in the shed though, I’m almost positive the smell of that is engrained in my pores and singeing my nose hairs every time I breathe. I’m sure if you cut me open in an autopsy right now, even my lungs would smell like skunk. Every breath I take is laced with the awful tinge of skunk spray.
To be honest, his trick with the skunk in the shed isn’t even why I’m upset. Once, I locked him in the bathroom with my friends ball python as a joke, he’s seriously afraid of snakes, these are the kind of things we do to each other. Why I’m really mad, is because I had a date last night with the girl teenage boys dream about talking to. I HAD TO CANCEL MY DREAM DATE BECAUSE OF THIS! I’m just praying that my dad gets the skunk out of the shed and I get the smell out of my skin soon so I can reschedule

Nothing smells more like death, than skunk spray. And let me tell you something, it’s one thing to drive past a dead skunk on the road and smell it, it’s a completely different story when it’s in your garage and house. I always knew that there were skunks in Park City, I was never ignorant to that (my dog as a little girl got sprayed by a skunk), but man I never thought living with them was this bad! My husband and I have two cats, and we love them, but we love them outside, we leave the garage door open a crack at night so the cats can crawl under the door and get food. Unfortunately, a skunk figured out the trick.
Skunks, as it just so happens, are scavengers and love nothing more than the easy to come by pet food. Figuring my house was a safe haven from these smelly creatures, I didn’t give second thought to my routine of feeding the kitties and sourly regretted it later. A few nights ago, my husband and I woke up to the peculiar smell of skunk spray, we tried to ignore it the first time, but it came back every night! Since it didn’t go away we had to assume the obvious; there was a skunk living outside. We never would have guessed that it was in the garage with Crookshanks and Pebbles. Well just yesterday morning after I woke and went outside to feed the cats their breakfast, I saw the black and white bugger standing near the door. I called Dave right away and told him what happened, and before I knew it he was home from work and looking for his shotgun.
VERY unfortunately for us, we didn’t know one of the most important things about skunks, and you think we would have considering that they spray when they get hit by cars and that’s why it smells so bad, but sometimes skunks spray before they die. Even when you shoot them. And this one sprayed BAD! It covered the wall and our backpacking gear! I haven’t been home since it hit, it was like tear gas it was so bad. I couldn’t believe how awful the smell was! We packed whatever we could in 15 seconds, and took off for his mom’s house. My advice is this: call a professional, not your husband or you too will be staying with your mother-in-law, it almost makes the skunk spray seem bearable.

My cousin, threw a smoke bomb, at a skunk.  I always knew that having redneck relatives wasn’t my biggest accomplishment, but this wasn’t just laughable misconduct, but complete family embarrassment!  Not just because of the smoke bomb (heaven knows why he had that) but because he lit his house on fire doing it; and not only that, but tried to tell the firefighters it was a cigarette – that’s right, a cigarette – instead of the truth.  Now understand, Billy is a 19 year old kid that is living with his grandmother and, instead of admitting that he created his own, homemade smoke bomb from sugar and potassium nitrate, tried to cover it up with a lie and one that Meema would have beaten and kicked him out of the house for.

The firefighters found the truth fairly quickly, with or without the convincing lie there was still a shell from the smoke bomb under the house.  As Elvis said, “Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t goin’ away.”  More than luckily for my grandma (and Bill) the fire was very small.  If someone hadn’t called the police when they saw all the smoke coming out from the house, who knows what would have happened.  After all the emergency vehicles had cleared the scene, my grandma gave Billy the scare of a lifetime.  As I recall she said something to the point of, ‘if something like this happens one more time, you won’t have to pack your things ‘cause I’ll bury them with ya in the woods!’, and ‘boy you’ll wish the skunk had crawled up inta yer drawers the next time you get a bright idea’ (with a lot more cursing and yelling).

Thankfully no one was hurt and the house was intact.  Apparently grandma had the occasional skunk that likes to crawl under the house with her cats and he’s scarred them off with a smoke bomb in the past, but this one was just stronger than the last.  He wasn’t exactly sure how it started a fire but we assume that the dried, old stuffing from some of her cats old toys were to blame.  Either way no skunks have been sighted, we have a fabulous Holiday story (once grandma kicks the bucket), the house is in one – slightly crispy – piece, and Billy has retired from the smoke bomb industry (or so we hope).

Redoing your lawn is hard enough without having to deal with a skunk in the window well, what started out as normal Saturday morning, with raking leaves pulling weeds and tearing out old grass, turned into a smelly, week-long disaster. About a month ago my wife complained that the grass was dead, plants were rotting, fence was outdated, and the deck and lawn decorations were sundried and cracking; it was time for a full lawn makeover, or so she said. I didn’t think it was such a good idea until my oldest daughter, Charity, wanted to go out with a boy on that same day, then it was in full swing, an all hands on deck situation. Everyone had a job and there would be NO fourteen year olds going on a date. I know my wife would have shut my plan down if she didn’t want a new lawn as badly as she did.
My oldest son Mikey and I set to work on ripping out the old chain-link fence while my wife and youngest son Andrew started ripping out the plants (it was more my wife, Drew is only four but he did his best to help), Charity and her sister were assigned to chip off the old stain, and repaint the deck. When she wasn’t mumbling about how stupid and unfair it was, I think Charity secretly had a good time; until she found the skunk. She was getting a drink from the hose on the side of the house, to do this she had to bend over right near the window well, right where he was trapped, and afraid. We didn’t know what had happened when we heard her scream but it didn’t take us very long to smell it.
Now, we had two problems; one: my daughter was LIVID and smelled like skunk butt, and two: we had a skunk in the window well that we couldn’t get out. It was obvious that picking it up and carrying it out wasn’t plausible, unless Charity did it since she had already been sprayed, but there was no way on Earth she was going near anything but a bath in tomato soup, so instead we tried to build it a ramp. We put on our hazmat suits (doctor masks, goggles, leather gloves, and head to toe clothing) and carefully slid a plank down into the window well. Knowing fully well skunks aren’t exactly renowned climbers, we attached small pegs it could use to climb up and out with.
Unfortunately, this plan failed and none of us were brave enough to try and put a trap down with it, and remove it if he was caught. After a week of no luck with the creature, we decided there was only one thing we could do, I got my .22 and handled the situation. Our house, and daughter, stunk for quite a while, Charity hasn’t forgiven me yet for the incident, but we’ll never forget the family bonding we had when we found the skunk in the window well.

There is a skunk in my roof. Now, if you’ve ever smelled a skunk you know that even from miles away, the smell is strong and potent. I have that in my house. Not to mention it’s not just any skunk, I have a DEAD skunk in my roof. Which means coupled with the foul smell it already carries, I have the smell of death lingering as well. The thing about my roof is that I don’t really have an attic, there’s a small place between the actual roof and my living quarters, but I don’t have access to it, it’s only about a foot-tall at its highest point. Unfortunately that’s all the room a skunk would need to make a nice little nest.
How it got up there, I have no idea. I assume it stuck its sneaky little paws in the cracks between bricks and made its way up, although I don’t know how it could have possibly gotten inside! Of course it could always be a raccoon that was sprayed by a skunk and crawled right in. I’ve heard they’re better climbers than skunks anyhow, unless, since my house is up against a hill, a skunk just jumped right in. It really doesn’t make much sense but I smell something skunky up there.
If it was a mouse or maybe even a squirrel I wouldn’t even bother with trying to get it out, but because it’s so big I have to. It can take 1-2 years for a something that size to decompose, and if that happens I can’t imagine how much worse the smell will be. Basically my house is a dump right now, just smelly and dreadful, I can hardly live here. However, I will not be forced out of my home for some dead animal! Oh no, I’ll break out the hardhats if I need to get him out, hopefully the MANY animal control places I’m calling will be able to help me out. How else would I deal with a dead animal in the roof?

A few years ago my family discovered a family of skunks living under our home! To clear a few things up, my house isn’t your everyday sort of home, it’s built from old, one-room log cabins that were used in the 1800’s and those didn’t exactly have a foundation so there are spaces you can crawl into underneath. And these skunks found one right smack underneath my home office.
This was a problem for two big reasons, the first is obvious; skunks stink. Period, the end, we all knew that, but the second problem was that I run my work from my house, and it’s a real business buster when all the clients can do at your house, is smell the surfeit of skunks nesting under their feet. I could not get rid of the pesky things! I set out the big, clunky traps, I laid bait, I did everything short of calling a professional (which I probably should have done, but as I said business wasn’t exactly booming for me) and I just gave up!
The worst part of this whole debacle wasn’t just the smell at my house, but the fact that when we (I have two daughters) would leave the house, IT WENT WITH US. I kid you not I went to church and someone complained that it smelled like skunk, I told her it was me but she brushed it off and closed the window, and it only got worse when it couldn’t air out! When she realized it was me she was so embarrassed she brought me a scented candle later, which was when I had had it. The great thing about having kids is that they never run out of energy. I picked out some classic rock and roll and we had ourselves a week long dance party, with the music blasted as high as it could go and the three of us jumping around, the intruders didn’t stand a chance. When I was sure they were gone I made a trip to Home Depot for some nice, thick cement and spent my day off sealing the hole.
My advice is this, although the dancing works, my ankles have never forgiven me and I HIGHLY suggest that, if you can, get a professional to take care of the issue before you have to explain to your friend that it is you that smells like an entire family of skunks.