If you have ever walked into your home and said to yourself or somebody you trust, “Gee, it smells like (insert malodorous description here),” you know how it can be when something smelly launches an invasion.
When such an odor hit my nose the other day, I attributed it to the Caesar salad I had brought home. The salad greens which did not look as appealing went into the garbage, and the container it came in was consigned to the recycling. After a few hours out and about, I came home to something unpleasant smelling, so I re-bagged the garbage and put it in the trash, figuring that was the culprit since I had not knotted the garbage bag. That didn’t work. I then double-bagged the trash bag to no avail, and washed the garbage container. Still no luck.
It reminded me of a story which circulated some time ago (and occasionally comes up now) about a woman who was done wrong by her man, who was seeing another woman and gave the “old model” the boot. On her last day in her wonderful home, she dined on caviar and shrimp and enjoyed herself. She then inserted some of the leftovers into the curtain rods. As time passed, the foul odor from the hidden and aging morsels caused the man and his new partner considerable distress, which did not resolve through replacing carpets, painting, fumigating or any common tactic. In the end they moved out, and when the jerk mentioned in a conversation with his ex that he needed to unload the house and nobody would buy it, she offered him a bailout and moved back in. Of course, the kicker to the story is that the couple moved into their new place and brought with them the old curtain rods.
At least that mystery was solved by the perpetrator. Mine is still ongoing, and I didn’t do it on purpose.
I don’t think anybody visiting my home would flee looking green around the gills, but I can tell that something is amiss somewhere, and it happened just recently.
This means becoming Shirley Holmes (Sherlock’s underrated distant cousin) to find and fix the cause.
I do love a good mystery, but only when I don’t have to keep on smelling it until I solve it.
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