For the first time in 6 or 7 weeks, it was cool enough last night to open the windows instead of running the A/C. Before bed, I opened up all the windows downstairs and upstairs to make sure there was good circulation.
That part was successful; house was 72 degrees when I got up this morning and very comfortable. Maybe I’ll even weep a little less when I open this month’s power bill. Except, what’s that horrible smell?
Nearly gagging, I think, “Aww, man. Did one of the dogs have an accident?” The smell is omnipresent throughout the house, but after checking everywhere, no obvious source could be found.
As I stepped outside with the dogs, the stink became much thicker, and I realized what I smelled inside was coming from outside. The whole neighborhood reeks of dead animal, and now so does my whole house.
Update: Just called animal control, and they’re going to come out and try to find/remove it.
I never used to care about cigarette smoke either before or after I started smoking myself. After I quit, though, I absolutely cannot stand the smell, and it makes me want to vomit.
The fact that we are catching downvotes for this sure is something. Seems like we have some disgruntled smokers around here.