Or the Case of the odiferous stairwell.
Well, in the last while, quite a while, actually, when Spencer goes down to watch TV in the family room in the evenings, he comes up the stairs and complains about "THE SMELL". "What ya been cookin' up here???, Smell's bad."
Well, I wasn't even cooking, good or bad sometimes. We figured maybe we had a dead mouse between the walls. We've had one before. Spence checked under beds, couches, furniture, everywhere and there was nothing, absolutely nothing.
Last night it snowed quite a bit. When we woke up there was a lot of snow on the driveway. Time to finally - for the first time, break out the snow blower. So I went to work and Spencer prepared to get busy on the snowy walks. He bundled up and went to get his boots. He always leaves them on the stairs...I guess you know where this story is going...don't you?
He pulls on his boots and there is a lump in one. He figures he left a sock in there the last time he wore the boot and dumps it out. Yes, you are right...there is it, a dead and stinky mouse. REAL STINKY!
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