something crawled under our house and died. an opossum, in fact. i'd noticed a slight but persistent rotting odor the last couple of days but after eliminating any of the usual suspects (garbage, cat box, lost food, dirty dishes or laundry or boy,) it was still there. so last night i braved the dark under the house and not far from the entrance to the [rather roomy] crawlspace was a lump of grey fur that wasn't running away in fright.
magentabee joined me in the adventure, holding the bag as i rolled up the lifeless opossum inside and disposed of the plastic vapor barrier the it had presumed to pass away upon.
later this week i'll have to get some plastic to replace the vapor barrier i removed as well as some screening material to block the vents in the foundation that the possum had used to get in. i might as well replace the filter for the heater while i'm down there too.
whee! the joys of home-ownership. one of those [relatively rare] times i wish i was renting.