Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The Smell

When I say smell, I mean SMELL!! Anytime the heat kicked on, someone (including one of the cats) walked through the living room, someone SHIFTED on the couch...the most horrendous smell rose and filled the entire living room. We discussed the possibilities.

1. Tiger likes to knock water cups off the coffee table and the floorboards were now rotting from beneath us.
2. Jack has killed a mouse (or 100) and hid it/them throughout the area.
3. We had absolutely no clue.

The boyfriend has insomnia and occasionally moves to the couch between 3 and 5 am for a change of scenery (whatever works…and it seems to). In the morning, he was beyond desperation as he almost hoarsely told the tale of trying to escape from the smell of death.

I vowed to get to the bottom of it while he worked on Sunday. I cleaned the living room, dusted, vacuumed, everything.

It was the flowers. We keep fresh flowers on the bookshelf and they were not so fresh anymore. In fact, they were moldy and possibly a health hazard.

And now we need more flowers.


Blogger Stephen (aka Q) said...

I've done that! I can vouch for it, rotting flowers do produce the stench of death!

11:43 AM  

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