There’s been a mysterious smell in our house. It didn’t matter how many candles I lit, how many plug in air fresheners I plugged in, or how much Oust I sprayed. The foul odor lingered. It was especially strong near the kitchen, by the back door, in the closet.
This is the broom/mop/dog food/light bulb/batteries/wasp spray/duct tape/spray cleaner/recycle bin/plastic and paper bags/vacuum cleaner/ toilet brush/miscellaneous box closet. Did I mention there is a refrigerator in there, too?
It’s a big closet.
I also keep potatoes and onions in the stackable baskets.
Hence the stink.
I kept dropping hints to PB like, “Gosh, where could that awful stench be coming from?” Or “Did you step in something, dear?” I even tried to appeal to his curiosity by whispering, “There’s something in the closet and I think it’s dead.” He didn’t bite.
This was going to be my battle to fight.
In the dark recesses of the catch-all closet, I was momentarily startled by what I thought was a one-legged spider, but it was just a sad, shriveled potato.
It stunk to high heaven.
Funny how such a little thing,
ignored for months in a dark closet,
can produce such a foul smell.
“Be tender with sinners, but not soft on sin.
Sin itself stinks to high heaven.” Jude 1:23