Yes. I know. But it's true.
So we've had this smell in the kitchen for about 4 days.
Day 1: thought it could be a pan that Troy had fried chicken in the night before that was soaking in the sink. It stunk for sure. Washed it all up. Yippee. Later that day it was still smelling a bit so we figured there must be chicken parts in the trash. Trash went out. Yippee.
Day 2: Smelling worse. So we think it might be the garbage disposal. We run some hot water down it, bleach, then several cut up lemons (we have a lemon tree outside). Cleaned. Yippee. Later that day it is still smelling so we start looking in the refrigerator for something...ANYTHING...that could be rotting. Nothing. We look at all the bagged potatoes/onions. All fresh. Crap. Open windows.
Day 3: Okay, now it's just pungent. And it no longer smells like food. So we start to suspect it's a dead animal and the smell is definitely in the kitchen. So while I'm at work yesterday my husband and oldest son empty all the cupboards, pull out the fridge, look under the sink, pull out the dishwasher. So Troy starts thinking it must be in the wall. All the windows are open. It's not good, people.
Today, Day 4: We get back this morning from an errand, walk in the house and just can't take it. So we walk in there, determined we are gonna find this problem. I swear Troy was ready to chop in to the wall. It WAS BAD!! So he starts by moving the fridge out. We stand there and decide that is the area it is certainly coming from. The odor was just a little more than I could bare....but I was hanging in there. Troy decides that maybe....*just* maybe...something is under the fridge. It's the one place he didn't look yesterday. So he grabs his tools, takes off the metal plate on the back to expose the underneath part of the fridge. The odor hit me like a brick in the face.
There it was. Troy announces to me we have a mouse. It's dead....and ripening.
So I'm instructed to get a plastic bag, some cleaning supplies, rubber gloves and a roll of paper towels. Troy puts on the gloves and promptly removes the mouse....uh, LARGE mouse....
.....and puts it in the
trash bag and I walked it outside to the trash can. I walked back in and the smell hit me again.
I made a bee-line for the bathroom and got there just in time.
I don't do dead rodents, people. God bless my husband for getting that mess all cleaned up under the fridge. Our house has been reclaimed and I can actually watch TV without gagging.
And how was your day?
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