I finally found it! The floor of the garage, that is.
It all started with the approach of the hibernation season.
“Elliott, you left the garage door open again. If we get a skunk in there, you’ll never be able to root it out of that jungle of junk on your side of the garage,” my wife, the Pearl of the Orient, chastized one morning on her return from a close encounter of the stinky kind.
“And you’ll need a place to live if I get sprayed!” she warned.