The thing is, I know that in most cases, hundreds if not thousands of our visitors have read these books. So take a minute to look around our books section and see if you can add a review or two, especially for the sad, lonely, reviewless books.
To change gears completely, last night, my wife and I were watching Big Fish (finally), when we heard our cat (Anya) banging around her food dish in the garage - except that she's never that noisy, so my wife went to check on her. She flips on the light, and sees something duck behind our cabinets by the door to the backyard. She looks behind them and sees a black tail sticking out. Assuming it's the black neighbor cat that's been poking around our house lately (Anya's in heat), she rattles around an old ironing board that we have tucked behind there to scare the cat away. Except that the ironing board falls and lands on what turns out to be an extremely pissed off skunk. We know this not because we saw it, but because of the stench that suddenly filled our garage.
If your only experience with smelling skunks is from driving past where one has been killed on the highway, let me just say that you have NO clue how bad it really is.
So now the skunk is hiding underneath our freezer, not moving, and our eyes are watering from the smell. Finally, we were able to get it to leave by opening all the doors and jabbing a stick under the freezer. But then we've got the problem of the smell to deal with. We lit every candle we own, boiled cinnamon, and finally just burned cardboard to try to get rid of the smell. The result? Our entire house now smells like burned skunk. Hopefully after leaving the doors and windows open all day today, the smell will be somewhat bearable.