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mouldy smell
Apr. 22nd, 2007 10:39 pmEveryone's posted lovely and funny comments to my last post and I prostrate myself in apology for not responding within minutes. *prostrates self* All this will occur anon! For now, I am tired and frightened of tomorrow (beginning of term and return to House of Horror which, incidentally, is now featured on all the front pages of all the local newspapers: university to axe 90 jobs horror shock) so let me just say:
The mouldy smell whereof I posted in my last post was discovered and has now disappeared!
Was it the old flowers in mossy water in vases? No.
Was it the smelly meat rotting in the green-bin box on the countertop? No.
Was it the garbage bin? No.
It was the cat food!! For days (weeks???), new cat food had been dumped blithely on top of old left-over cat food. We also wondered why the cats weren't eating this left-over food. Then I cleaned out the bowl: maggots!!!
The bowl was crawling!
It was vile!
It stank!
I threw it all out and removed the garbage bag from the domestic interior and washed the maggoty bowl in a near-empty dishwasher and decided: how very very abject. We clearly live in a sty unsuitable for human habitation.
Lived.
Good night, all you sweet people! I finished Marina Lewycka's A History of Tractors in Ukrainian yesterday (I really liked it: funny, realism, moving, pithy), today read Victor Pelevin's The Helmet of Horror (intense, Russian, philosophy plus chat room trope plus mythology, insane; I really liked it, he is an amazing writer); and am now off to bed with Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.
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The mouldy smell whereof I posted in my last post was discovered and has now disappeared!
Was it the old flowers in mossy water in vases? No.
Was it the smelly meat rotting in the green-bin box on the countertop? No.
Was it the garbage bin? No.
It was the cat food!! For days (weeks???), new cat food had been dumped blithely on top of old left-over cat food. We also wondered why the cats weren't eating this left-over food. Then I cleaned out the bowl: maggots!!!
The bowl was crawling!
It was vile!
It stank!
I threw it all out and removed the garbage bag from the domestic interior and washed the maggoty bowl in a near-empty dishwasher and decided: how very very abject. We clearly live in a sty unsuitable for human habitation.
Lived.
Good night, all you sweet people! I finished Marina Lewycka's A History of Tractors in Ukrainian yesterday (I really liked it: funny, realism, moving, pithy), today read Victor Pelevin's The Helmet of Horror (intense, Russian, philosophy plus chat room trope plus mythology, insane; I really liked it, he is an amazing writer); and am now off to bed with Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.
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