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is queasy from Arm & Hammer fumes and currently being mocked by both cats and carpeting. On to the soap-and-water-scrub portion of our show.
is AAARRRGGHH! CARPET STINK IS JUST LIKE GREMLINS! NEVER ADD WATER! RUN! SAVE YOURSELVES!
has gone to DEFCON ONE - carting my lazy ass down all those the stairs to get the Spotbot.
overheard cats by water dish whispering, "Steam cleaner, pfft. She's going to need an exorcism to get that stink out."
gives up. Cats = 1. Jen = 0.
can't believe that even with the aroma of pies baking and briskets... brisketing that The Stink Abides. Maybe something did die in the wall?
Now for the rest of the story...
What's funny is I really thought I'd never need the Oh, Holy Fuck, There's A Rat In My House blog post category anymore after moving out of the old place. But something is clearly amiss in my family room as the stink lingers. Our walls are made of giant, impenetrable cement blocks, but there's an opening to the outside via our stove vent so it's possible something could have gotten in. I'd heard some odd clanging at night last week around the stove area, but I assumed it was the wind.
Now I'm not so sure it wasn't something living.
Also, I presently live next door to this construction (crime?) scene:
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