Since Sunday, the basement has been musty and just stinks. Ed noticed it too. The dehumidifier was full. I finally emptied it Wednesday night. It just smelled like a wet dog. A really odorous, smelly wet dog. I cranked the dehumidifier. It was much better yesterday, I noticed. Last night when I went downstairs Ed said, "You know that odor? I found out what it's from." I was unsure whether I should ask him what it was. A diaper that was misplaced and had been sitting down there for weeks? Spilled milk that had gone rancid? I felt the words come out of my mouth before realizing it and heard myself say, "what was it?". Four words eminated from his mouth. "You caught your mouse". Mouse + mouse trap + peanut butter + four days = mouse in the basement that is rotting and odorizing the house.
Tonight he was my hero. He got up on the chair with a pair of plyers and pulled it out. It wasn't white after all. It was brown. Methinks there may be another one up there too. But anywho, it was dead. Dead dead. Sam SO wanted to see it. So up to the garage they went and Ed put it on the floor for Sam to inspect. Then I heard from Sam's little lips, "There's a worm in it!". Ed turned it over and sure enough, it was being eaten by maggots that were crawling in and out of it. Literally.
Hand over mouth. Coughing up the steps. Trying not to gag and lose what little I have in my stomach. I'm afraid to close my eyes tonight as I know I will be dreaming about some type of bug chasing me that is salivating at the mouth, while I'm dressed up like a brown mouse running towards the larger than life trap all the while yelling to myself from myself "DON"T GO THERE!! YOU WILL DIE!!!". Fun.