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.
A squirrel died inside a wall of my apartment and we had to live with the the smell for over a month until I presume it decayed/dried out enough for the smell to go away. Do not recommend.
Oh man. I had something like this happen once. Came home one day to find a deer standing in my driveway. I knew something was wrong and as I got closer, I realized it had been hit by a car. It was in really bad shape. I seriously thought about putting the poor thing out of its misery but I didn’t get time to do anything before it took off into the woods behind my house.
About three days later, I walked out my front door to the most God awful smell imaginable. I thought I was going to be sick. The deer had run just past the tree line and promptly collapsed and died right there in the woods behind my house. I couldn’t go outside for a week.
Based on the “size” of the smell, that’s what I’m thinking is the culprit here. There’s all kinds of suburban deer around, and if I’m right, there may be one less now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. There’s still plenty of meat on that dead animal. Now you take it home, throw it in a pot, add some broth, a potato. Baby, you’ve got a stew going.
Erm, if you’re in my neighbourhood, I OD’d on Taco Bell, is all.
Sorry.Hopefully it’s not a human animal inside another nearby home, rotting away.
I did the same but instead it was someone’s cigarette smoke. Normally I don’t really care if someone wants to smoke their cigs, but when the cloud is wafting directly into my house it suddenly annoys the ever living fuck out of me.
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.
Used to live in a townhouse where two doors down this old guy would always sit outside and smoke his cigars. (The neighbor in the unit between us said that he is the oldest retired Chicago Bear still living. Edit: Found out the guy’s name. John Damore.)
I worked from home at the time. Every time when it was a nice day out, not muggy, with a cool breeze, I would open up our windows and smell nothing but his cigar smoke.
I hate it when the corpses of the fallen impinge on the enjoyment of my capitalist hellscape.
You sure it isn’t your crotch you’re smelling?
