I've said it before.
Blonde is an attitude, not a hair color...and there are times that I have *very* blonde roots.
This term I'm taking 4 classes and don't have to go into school every Wednesday (except when there's a workshop that I want/need) so Wednesday's are my study at home days. I also use them as days to putter around the house and get things done. I feel productive that way.
A few weeks ago I decided that my freezers in the basement needed defrosting. So I loaded all the meat and veggies that were in the tall one into plastic bags and shifted them into the smaller chest freezer while I defrosted it (read unplug and let it thaw while I studied), then scrubbed it out.
I was feeling so productive, I then reversed the process and did the smaller freezer (a bit more difficult, because the lid on it kept falling down and hitting me when I was reaching the stuff on the bottom.) But I did it, and both freezers got melted and scrubbed.
Life got hectic and kept moving as usual. The guys in the house do the laundry (thank goodness) and help me keep the house running most of the time.
A bit over a week later, I noticed an odd smell in the kitchen. Like something had gone bad. So I cleaned the fridge that Saturday. (Unscheduled study break anyone?)
The smell didn't improve.
On Sunday, I opened all the windows in the house, swept everything, bathed the dog , scrubbed the carpets, curtains and garbage cans...the smell dissipated a bit, but when I closed the house it was still there.
I had both my husband and housemate look for the smell and they could not find it. My housemate said he thought it was coming from one of the freezers, but when he opened the freezer the smell was not there. So it was up to me.
Monday was a long day at school, I didn't get out until after 6. By the time dinner was over I was far to exhausted to try to figure out what was going on. The smell was getting worse, but I could not figure it out.
Tuesday I went to school, ready for another long day.
Mind you, I was still thinking about it. We have three cats...on rare occasions, mice get in the house...the cats *have* caught mice in the past, but they usually bring me presents when they do that....I came home and was on a mouse hunt!
I went into the large room in the basement first. Hoping the smell wasn't there, because that room is jokingly called the "box" room for a reason. The smell didn't seem as strong there. Ok, good.
Then I went into my husband's office. The server room. I hoped that I wouldn't find a mouse (or mice) in the equipment...but I had to look. But the smell didn't seem to be coming from that room either...
One last, big room to look at in the basement. The laundry/freezer room. I already suspected that was where I would find something, but I'd saved the "best" for last.
Start with the easy places. Around the washer and dryer. Nope. The sump pump...thank goodness, no. The shelves, nope, at the same time, the smell is obviously stronger in this room than elsewhere in the house (this room is directly below my kitchen too...that's why I had smelled it there).
Then, I started shifting a stack someone had put in front of my chest freezer and the smell got unbearable. I was holding a basket of pillows (which didn't make any sense) and the smell was worse. I packed them in a garbage bag and threw them out because if that was what smelled it HAD TO GO!
I went to look further.
Then I found it.
The cause of the smell.
A small plastic bag that had been missed when the freezer(s) had been defrosted.
Inside, what can only be described (politely) as a science experiment. At one point in time it was venison. Now...it was a reason to not eat for a long, long time.
Yes, I do have blonde moments...and when I do, they can be spectacular!