Five Buckles
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Scott Ressler
Environmental Services Director
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It seems as though I’ve beendealing with several olfactory issues lately. That’s right, the sense of smell – possibly my most perceptive sense – has consumed an excessive amount of my time the last few weeks.
In the office, my female co-workers like to try new hand lotions and, to be honest with you, some of the lotions smell horrendous. I can smell the pungent fruitiness the moment I step into my office and even after I shut the door.
At home, the local skunk population must have had a good hatch this spring because I have had to remove six skunks this year. I used to think that the babies had to grow into their stink. Nope. They smell just as bad as the adults.
I think my children have inherited this olfactory sensitivity, too.
One evening this summer, my wife Sheila and I put the kids to bed and then sat on the deck. After a little while, she went in the house to check on the kids. Our son Stran was still awake. As Sheila covered him up, he said, “Mom, you smell just like the wind!” About a week later, I spent one hot Saturday fencing. After cooling off in the house for a while, I went to bed. During the night our daughter Stray woke me up to take her to the bathroom. When she finished, I walked her back to her bedroom and laid down next to her so that she could fall asleep again. I must have fallen asleep because a little while later, I woke up with Sheila and Stray standing next to me. Sheila was laughing. Apparently, Stray had not fallen asleep, but had gotten up, walked into our bedroom and asked Sheila to come back and lay down beside her. “Why? Where’s daddy?” Sheila asked. “He’s sleeping in my bed,” Stray explained. “Why aren’t you there?” Sheila asked. “Because he stinks!” Stray said.
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