Isn’t there like a thing where you’re supposed to take turns on this one? Or is this like the dishes where it’s just my chore every night and I should be grateful to get any help?
I’m also thinking that if we actually lived in a town–it’s mascot would be a skunk. In the 15 miles I drive to and from work there’s usually a two skunk minimum. (Two dead skunks on the road)
I guess this is just what happens when you live in the country.