So instead, he buys a remote control tank....
...yeah.
So now my Dad is sitting in the house, harassing the skunks with a remote control tank (yes, it has projectiles, but it's a toy) to keep them out of the yard.

Now, this by itself is quite entertaining, but when my sister told me that she was on the phone with dear old Dad she overheard my Mom bitching in the background about WHERE HE PARKED THE TANK.. I just lost it. It's been 2 hours and I'm still LMAO.