LITTLETON, Colo. -- Five weeks later, Tiffany Harris says her Littleton home still smells like skunk.

"I'll never forget it. It was 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning and I woke up because my sheets suddenly smelled like skunk," she said. "You can't get it out of anything."

The odor has forced Harris, her husband, two sons, and a golden retriever to move out. Harris said it took weeks to uncover the culprit that no odor eater could mask.

"Once we got it finally pulled out it was dead for four and-a-half weeks underneath my house up against the foundation," Harris said.

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I tell you what, I respect this. There are certain animals out there that I believe exist purely to torment the human race. Maybe not! But still, to die an animal is to die alone, or so I’ve been lead to believe. With that in mind, you’ve got to love it when an animal finds a way to have an impact past its earthly visit. If you are this family, this skunk has ruined everything. Everything. All this skunk had to do to go out with anonymity and a little bit of pride was to find a nice quiet place to die alone; instead it burrowed underneath this family’s house, with its worst enemy, the golden retriever, inside, and took in its last, raspy breaths as it expelled every gas left inside its decrepit, failing body. 

You know this family has had multiple run-ins with this bad boy. The isn’t the type of thing that just come out of nowhere. No, if you have a dog and skunk in the same 20 square acre then you know they’ve met several times. Not only that but if this skunk has made an enemy of this dog, then this skunk has made an enemy of this family. You don’t just let a skunked dog go- no you seek vengeance. Those tomato juice baths leave scars on both the mind and the heart.

Well, look who got the last laugh because now this house is fucked. This skunk hasn’t just stained everything with its gas and its rotting carcass, it’s stained this house to the core with its soul. Here’s to you Mr. or Mrs. Skunk, you’ve found a way to posthumously ruin everybody’s day- you torment me, I die in the foundation of your house: checkmate.