Last week I noticed a bad smell in corner of our kitchen. It took another day for Brian to smell it too. This led to a compulsive cleaning streak on my part that didn't turn up anything more than some questionable pasta in the refrigerator. The smell continued to worsen until it reached a point that we could not deny that it was more than just some old food. Something was dead. Something was dead and under our house! Under the kitchen no less! At this point I had stopped cooking since the thought of preparing food for my family engulfed in the smell was too much for me. I will spare you ALL the details but the source of the stench was indeed a DEAD cat right under our kitchen. Brian so bravely took on the task of disposing of it. This entailed him .....
1.spending a lot of time in the crawl space under our house
2.dragging shovels, flashlight, boxes and rope with him (he totally MacGyvered a way to get the cat out..genius!)
3.army crawling over countless spiders
4. screaming loud enough to be heard throughout the house when the cat came out of the box a little
5. having his allergies flare up
6. becoming my hero all over again while earning himself a delicious brownie dessert that night since I could once again stand being in the kitchen
1.spending a lot of time in the crawl space under our house
2.dragging shovels, flashlight, boxes and rope with him (he totally MacGyvered a way to get the cat out..genius!)
3.army crawling over countless spiders
4. screaming loud enough to be heard throughout the house when the cat came out of the box a little
5. having his allergies flare up
6. becoming my hero all over again while earning himself a delicious brownie dessert that night since I could once again stand being in the kitchen
All in all NOT a pleasant experience for any of us. Oh the joys of being a home owner!
4 comments:
That is DISGUSTING!!! You poor guys...especially Brian! What a good husband you have.
Your husband is a trooper! I can only imagine that nasty smell.
And, your little van man is so cute. And about the messes, they only get worse and worse...just sayin'.
We'll be that the reunion! Can't wait to meet the little man.
Oh my goodness that is horrible... but it makes a pretty good story.
Pretty sure that scarf is not an approved respirator....trust me I know. You probably inhaled your lifetime limit of toxic material...good one MacGyver!
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