I was laughing the whole time I was typing this
This is where I get it from. It totally runs in the family.
But to tell you that story, I need to tell you this one first. My Aunt Carol (who is actually my mom's cousin, although in reality they are more like half-siblings since my grandma and my great aunt--Carol's mom--were identical twins) has a ranch. Like, for reals. Her husband and she run a cattle ranch, only my Uncle Jim is usually up at the ranch and my Aunt Carol is in their house in the city. (They won the lottery about fifteen years ago or so--no joke.)
Anyway, my Aunt Carol found out she had raccoons in her attic. She thought it was just one, but it turns out it had babies up there. The critter control people got the mom and all the babies out though. At least, almost all the babies. Aunt Carol said she thought there may have been one that died up there because every now and then, she'll get a whiff of... it.
So now we're all on the same page and there's potentially a dead raccoon in my Aunt Carol's attic.
Aunt Carol's sons are notoriously funny, and her grandchildren are equally so. Kyle is her son and Corey is her grandson.
My mom told me this conversation between the three of them earlier tonight and spent a good five minutes trying to control her laughter in order to tell the story. Apparently, Kyle and Corey were over for something (Kyle helps run the ranch) and my Aunt Carol asked them about the smell.
Aunt Carol: I think it smells funny in here. What does it smell like to you in here?
Corey: Old people.
(This was where my mom began weeping with laughter.)
Aunt Carol: Haha. But seriously. Doesn't it smell like death in here?
Kyle: Well, not yet.
But to tell you that story, I need to tell you this one first. My Aunt Carol (who is actually my mom's cousin, although in reality they are more like half-siblings since my grandma and my great aunt--Carol's mom--were identical twins) has a ranch. Like, for reals. Her husband and she run a cattle ranch, only my Uncle Jim is usually up at the ranch and my Aunt Carol is in their house in the city. (They won the lottery about fifteen years ago or so--no joke.)
Anyway, my Aunt Carol found out she had raccoons in her attic. She thought it was just one, but it turns out it had babies up there. The critter control people got the mom and all the babies out though. At least, almost all the babies. Aunt Carol said she thought there may have been one that died up there because every now and then, she'll get a whiff of... it.
So now we're all on the same page and there's potentially a dead raccoon in my Aunt Carol's attic.
Aunt Carol's sons are notoriously funny, and her grandchildren are equally so. Kyle is her son and Corey is her grandson.
My mom told me this conversation between the three of them earlier tonight and spent a good five minutes trying to control her laughter in order to tell the story. Apparently, Kyle and Corey were over for something (Kyle helps run the ranch) and my Aunt Carol asked them about the smell.
Aunt Carol: I think it smells funny in here. What does it smell like to you in here?
Corey: Old people.
(This was where my mom began weeping with laughter.)
Aunt Carol: Haha. But seriously. Doesn't it smell like death in here?
Kyle: Well, not yet.