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.
He looks so cute! our guys found a dead raccoon yesterday (they may have killed it at some point) and got nicely smelly. Absolutely disgusting! the smell seems to linger in the house. That febreze better work like they say it does in the commercials!
Haha! Don’t they just adore to get stinky?! iiiiiiiiihhh!!
At least you don’t have to worry about tangles… here I am picking out certain sticky grass seeds several times daily to avoid the whole Alina becoming one big felt ball!
I laughed so hard reading this post! You described everything so perfectly where I could totally envision the scenario. Glad you finally figured it out.
I always love the Charlie posts.