Sorry, I had to break out a little Lynyrd Skynyrd to title this one! You know you are singing along. Thanks to my fabulous dad, the smell in my house is not gone. And just like I predicted, it was a dead cat. Mom is sad and is going to give the cat a proper funeral service. Just kidding:) I am just so thankful that my house doesn't smell like rotten cabbage anymore that it's not even fazing me; not to mention, I hate cats! So here's the story and turn of events from yesterday.
12:45- I go home for lunch to find that I can't even walk into my house without the thought of gagging. The heat had made the smell worse.
12:47- I call Derek telling him the smell is worse. He still doesn't believe that it's a dead animal just the fact that our house needs another "deep clean." I almost told him that he could take care of that one alone since he was being a butt about it.
12:50- I call my dad infuriated because I know the smell and he and mom agree that there is something under the house. He plans to go over there when Derek gets off of work.
4:45- I call mom to check on Mason and they are about 5 minutes away from my house and she will call me and let me know what's going on.
4:50- I text mom to check the progress and dad opened the crawl space door to have flies in his face and to begin to gag. There is without a doubt something under the house.
5:03- I call mom to tell her I am on my way home to hear Kaitlin yell, "It was a cat." Then mom says, "Aw, that's sad it was a cat and your dad is gagging."
5:15- I walk into the house, all windows are open and the fans going full blast.
6:15- Start cleaning
8:15- SMELL GONE!!!
I am so glad that the smell is gone and I can sleep in a house that smells good. I am so glad my dad toughed it out for us! I felt horrible for him! I felt worse for him probably than mom did for the cat! So there's our nasty story in conclusion! Sorry to gross you out!
1 comment:
That is DISGUSTING! Glad you got it out!
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