MCNASTY!!!
This evening I was observant enough to pick up on the wretched VD/death/spoiled punch/moldy sponge smell whenever I entered the laundry room, but yet not enough to notice the accompanying giant, rotten watermelon cracked open on the floor. This is worse than vomit, people--I would gladly vomit on it right now just to cover up the horrendous odor. It is so vile that I don't even care if I'm a wimpy girl about it. Oh, why did this of course have to happen while my parents went out of town?