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What is that smell?!?

The windows are open, the weather is beautiful and the breeze is flowing.

I call this a spring cleaning day, plus I have to start putting away clothes
for a road trip so what better time to clean up.

That is when I opened up Kadence's closet and was slammed in the face with a smell that is absolutely repulsive.

Dead Animal.

shit. (no, not dead animal shit. Shit, I smell a dead animal.)

Now, I live in the country so it isn't unusual for a mouse to get into our house, or a bird in our attic. The thought of one in my daughters closet is very unsettling though.

I begin by emptying everything out. shaking blankets, horrified at the thought a dead animal will fall to my feet at any moment. After the closet is empty, nothing but the smell. It must be in the walls then. And for that...there is nothing to do but wait it out. UGH!

Of course I call rick up and he smells nothing. Why would he? he never smells the bad things I do...it must be a man thing.

Fun.

Nothing covers dead animal smell...I guess it is good that I can keep the windows open.

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