The Rotted Potato Mouse
This odd stench casually began to emanate from Sue’s room last week. I figured it was some food morsel left behind, searched halfheartedly a few times, and came away confused but not overly concerned.
This week, however, the smell grew to such proportions, I couldn’t stand to even walk by her room. I sniffed and sniffed to no avail. I took 345 babies, stuffed animals, Barbies and Polly Pockets out of countless baskets and nooks. I found nothing, and still the smell was horrifying, might I say, other-worldly!
And then, while sniffing along her bookshelf, I whiffed something that almost caused me to lose my pancakes:
Harmlessly cute, eh? A simple mouse crafted out of a rather unusually-shaped red potato as part of a preschool craft.
A craft that was created in March, and has sat on a child’s bookshelf since then…slowly rotting and festering until rheumy potato juices dripped down the shelf into a pool of microscopic Polly Pocket shoes and jewelry.
Yes, it attracted some small whitish worms.
I just can’t talk about it any more.
Jen
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