...it's been hanging 'round for days.
you might not want to read this. there aren't any cute pictures or baby stories--just some general yuckiness. consider yourself warned.
so, yeah. we had this funk in the mudroom. i discovered a wet rag in the hamper, washed all the laundry, baking soda-ed and vacuumed the carpet, and was pretty satisfied that to all but super-sensitized pregnant noses, things were A-OK.
then, at the computer, i smelled the funk wafting in from the powder room, which is adjacent to the mudroom. (is it normal to say "powder room" anymore? should i just call it the "downstairs bathroom"? it doesn't actually have a bath in it, but i don't really powder my nose there either. words are weird.)
anyway, so i baking soda-ed and vacuumed that carpet and again thought the situation was handled.
until jim did some reconnaissance.
i'm glad he did, but i kinda wish he hadn't. cuz knowing is only half the battle, after all.
the real funk is coming from the linen closet, and it is truly a God-awful stink, like a bunch of cats peeed in there and then killed themselves.
except they probably aren't dead cats; they're probably mice. or rat kings.
jim pulled out all the blankets and towels, and he didn't find any nests or anything, which is good, but that means the stink is Something Else. something Hidden and Decaying behind the walls or under the floor.
so we're washing everything and trying to figure out where to store them until the stink subsides. any idea on how long it takes a colony of dead mice to rest in odor-free peace?
