chairman_hall wrote:I once missed the pan while taking a dump, i was drunk, and without realising it had crapped on the floor just under the u-bend. It was left there for days, and there was this god awful smell. We tried all sorts of deodarisers to get rid of the smell. When we found the offending item (a couple of weeks later) we had to cut away at the carpet round the turd to get rid of it.

I just shit myself laughing at this. You just made my day-before Christmas Eve.

You have my every sympathy, JohnW. This happened in the family house when I was ten or eleven. It seems like it took months to fade away, but you know how time dilates when you recall your kidhood. It was probably weeks.

This is what I recall about my dead rat in the wall:

- It occurred during a point when the parents were fighting nearly every day, the waves of dysfunction and waves of stink are inseparable in retrospect.

- Nobody explained to me what was happening, I had to figure it out myself. This took a while because I came logically to the conclusion of dead rat or dead mouse weeks before I could accept the skin-crawling reality that something could walk around inside the walls in the first place. Mind you I had never seen a rat or mouse in the house, barely even any in our alley.

- The folks attempted to pin the smell on me. I dunno. If I was exasperated all the time and kind of dumb, I might do the same to a kid. I did walk around for a few days cataloging my juvenile exploits, wondering if it were possible that I did this.

- The odor of decomposition has a sweetness to it that is really alarming. Like a meaty turd with a lemon wedge in it. Sorry.

- That was the year that Sweetness, a.k.a. Chicago Bears running back Walter Payton had his MVP season with over 1800 rushing yards.

To this day, goofy smells really throw me off.

Hang in there, it will be over soon.

-r

Matthew Taylor wrote:Buy me a beer or two and I will tell you a story of the week of carnage, which caps off with me having to remove a raccoon carcass from underneath my 2x4 deck in Austin and placing the body into two separate garbage bags.

You hooked it to the railing, didn't you?

This happened to my brother's car once... a rat must have crawled up into his air condition vent looking for water (summer in Austin Tx) and got stuck... then died... then probably roasted in the 100 plus degree Texas heat.... As I recall he had to have the car destroyed.

trompuss wrote:did finding the cat blow your fucking mind? that is a messed up story!

it sucked, but i made my brother clean up the mess since it was his cat so i suppose it sucked for him a bit more than for me.