Two days ago I walked in the door and said, "Something smells funny." Colin has a cold, so he couldn't smell anything. He asked me what it smelled like. "Like trash or old vegetables or something." I checked the trash can. It was closed. I decided my brain was playing tricks on me and forgot about it.
The next day (yesterday) I walked in the door and again, something smelled weird. A little bit worse this time. I decided it must be the daisies that I bought two weeks ago and hadn't thrown out because the yellow ones were still yellow! As soon as I made that call, I forgot about it.
Today I came downstairs and something definitely smelled funny. Time to take the daisies out to the trash. When I came back in, it smelled even worse. Oh hell, I thought to myself. I leaned over and checked under the baking supply shelves. Sure enough, one dead mouse caught in a trap.
It's been 45 minutes since we took it out to the trash, and I still have the fan going. It smells fucking rank.
