This week, our kitchen and basement are filled with the smell of decaying flesh.
We cleaned the kitchen thoroughly, emptied the trash, checked inside the cabinets, even cleaned the cat dishes. No change. The stench is getting worse.When I got home from the shop last night, the entire house reeked of it. I noticed the basement lights were on so I went downstairs to turn them off. When I opened the basement door, the smell hit me. Whatever died in the house - and it is definitely a decaying animal - is somewhere between the floors beneath the kitchen.
I'm going to try to stay out of the house as much as I can today. MonsterMustDie is burning my scented candles and misting air freshener everywhere, so I think he is as motivated as I am to locate and remove whatever the source of this miasma is. Once we're able to do that, we'll need to figure out how to prevent this from happening again.
In retail adventures, there was a parking lot spook. An ultra-thin guy dressed in black was spinning through the lot on a bicycle all evening after the shops closed. He was still going around when we finally left the shop at 10:15pm. We were lined up at the door by 10:00pm but the manager on duty was having some sort of complication in back that they weren't talking about so one senior employee stayed back with her after she let the rest of us out together.
In the store last night, one guy was disrobing and trying on clothes in front of the racks in the men's department. I don't know if anyone tried to stop him but he was quite a topic of conversation - why would anyone do that when we have dressing rooms? However, I have seen women do the same thing in dresses.
