I've come to the conclusion that I can TOTALLY handle the smell/look/grossness of most things...dog, cat or baby poo, pee, vomit, or even sewage water leaking in my basement...however, last night I met my match...
...the smell of my dog sprayed my skunk.
That is the worst smell I've EVER smelled in my life. I gagged so bad when I was in the bathroom trying to help Daryl clean up Tucker that he told me to leave the room. It burned! And it sort of reminded me of burning wood/rubber/plastic...that yucky burning smell (and NOT the nice woodsy scent of a burning campfire, or something).