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The nose knows

By Gail Krawetz

聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 Last week I was away from home for a couple of days. When I returned and opened the back door鈥攊t hit me!

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 The unmistakeable smell of a dead mouse greeted my return. (Anyone who has ever smelled one will know what I mean.) And sure enough, there was a deceased rodent in the trap that I keep set under the boot rack by the door.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 The sneaky critter must have scurried into the welcoming warmth of the house when we were loading up the vehicles. I always shut the door quickly behind me to avoid such a happening whenever I venture into the garage, no matter how brief the trip, as a mouse only needs a nanosecond to take advantage of an open portal.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 However, other individuals who reside in our home are not as vigilant. Since there are now only two of us living here, you can guess who that might be.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Since my husband was not home to dispose of the creature, I put on my gloves, emptied the trap and prepared it for further invaders with a dose of fresh peanut butter before resetting it. 聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 But that smell! It seemed to hang in the air. So I got out the disinfectant, washed the area thoroughly and sprayed a liberal amount of air freshener to combat the odour. But for the next few hours that smell seemed to haunt me.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 It reminded me of another time a while back when a disgusting odour drove me crazy. Much like the other night, I was first alerted to a bad smell when I opened the back door. But that time the trap was empty and unsprung, plus there was no evidence of mouse activity anywhere in the house.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 But the smell did not go away and with each passing day grew worse. It appeared to be coming from the basement, but despite a continued search, the origin of what had now become a stench lay undiscovered. In desperation I made my husband tear out the drywall under the basement stairs, convinced that some critter had managed to get in and had died there. After wrecking a wall, we once again came up empty-handed.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Certain that my husband was to blame for this fiasco, I berated him for leaving the door open and allowing a horde of mice (or worse) to invade our home, but I had no proof of such a happening.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 By this time my stress level had turned me into an anxiety-ridden harpy and my sleep-deprived mind into a walking zombie. Then one day when I returned home from school, my husband was waiting for me with a knowing smile.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 鈥淚 found the source of the bad smell,鈥 he announced.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 A week earlier I had picked up the half of a beef that we had purchased from a local meat supplier. I had hauled down the boxes and carefully piled the various cuts of meat into our deep freeze. That is, all except for one roast which had slipped down between the freezer and a cupboard. For the past week, a raw chunk of meat had been slowly deteriorating and rotting on our basement floor.

聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 Some shame-faced apologies were offered to my husband. But the good news was that it wasn鈥檛 a mouse!

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