Aug 06, 2012 13:50
The Dream Tending seminar at Pacifica Graduate Institute was just amazing and I had tremendous fun with new friends and old there. However, when I got home last night, I walked through the door and immediately wrinkled my nose. Something smelled really, really bad. Rotting garbage bad.
Doug had no idea what I was talking about; things seemed fine to him. We took the trash out and checked the garbage disposal, but everything there was fine. We went out to grab some take out, after which I fell into bed, exhausted.
As soon as I came out of the bedroom this morning the smell hit again, worse than ever.
"Seriously, you don't smell that?" I asked Doug.
"Smell what?" he replied, annoyed with my now-continuous sniffing.
Determined, I checked around the garage, the kitchen, the living room. It seemed strongest there. In fact, it was strongest around the fire place, so I looked thorugh the screen and, I'm chagrinned to admit, let out a most undignified shriek. A dead baby possum lay on the hearth just inside the screen.
What happened after that I'm not quite sure, since I hid in the bedroom, but the possum is gone and the house smells normal again. A superior sense of smell is a mixed blessing.
wildlife,
pacifica graduate institute,
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