It hovered in the kitchen. But we had taken out the garbage, emptied the compost pail, and cleaned the sink. What could it be?
Later in the livingroom, there it was again- even stronger this time! Dude, what is that?
It was on the back porch, in the office and in the bedroom. The smell waxed and waned, mercifully fading at times only to pop up again.
“Is it me??” Mike sniffed his shirt, checked his armpits. “Is it YOU?” He sniffed in my direction. Our eyes fell on a brown thing, quietly watching us from a shadowy nook with large, guilty eyes.
Oh. Case closed.
The culprit in this story was none-too-pleased that we discovered him. No idea what he rolled in, and I hope I never find out.