Peeee-ewww

No, this isn't a post about John McCain. It probably should be, because I am unhealthily preoccupied with all things Presidential election; constantly stalking the internets in search of opinions, news and poll numbers, but in this particular case, I will leave politics behind.

Last weekend, Grant and I returned from closing up the boat for the season (boo) and walked into a very STINKY house. At first, we blamed the pervasive odor on the flood we had experienced earlier in the week. Apparently our furnace humidifier unit has sprung a whopping leak and we have had to clean up giant floods two times already. So, we thought that maybe the smell was from all the water and stuff.

But soon, we realized that the smell was not coming from the flooded area in our basement. Instead, it was particularly fetid in the opposite corner--gag-worthy. It was clear: there was something dead somewhere in the wall or ceiling. Dead and rotting.

We managed to tolerate the stink for one more day, because what can you do about a smell inside the wall? but it got so much worse that Grant suddenly declared that we needed to go downstairs and at least TRY to find the source. Fortunately, the ceiling in the basement is of the drop variety, with those ceiling tiles you usually find in an office. We moved one above the computer, and voila! tiny dead mouse.

Who knew such a bitty thing could smell so freakin' bad?? We wrapped it up and took it outside, investigated further to see if there were any other dead creatures (there weren't) and closed up the ceiling. Within the hour, the house started smelling more or less normal. Yeah, I still need to clean out the refrigerator, but that's a project for later today.