Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Closet of Stink
Something has died in my house. No, really. Somehow, some little critter has creeped into our office closet and expired. Only we can't find it. So the stench of death has slowly been waifting through our home the past week or two. Do you know how hard it is to mask that unique, disturbing, disgusting smell? Candles aren't cutting it. Room fresheners help for about, um, forty seconds.
The closet is unfinished, allowing access to space behind the insulation and up into the ceiling. I'm afraid that's where our ex-culprit is lurking. I fear we'll never find the source and we will all be driven, gagging and gasping, from our home.
So. Who'd like to stop by for coffee?