What's That Smell? or, Wordy Wednesday

I was reminded of a couple of events by a recent post on the Rocking Pony.
Following is the one that stands out worthy of a blog post and goes with this Wordless Wednesday shot...
only leave off the "Wordless" part.

Warning: graphic, disgusting, stomach-turning image to come.

If you have a weak stomach, move on to the next post now.
I'm not kidding.

My husband's Subaru never smelled really great when the sun baked on the back seat. We speculated that it had been in a horrendous crash once (before used car sales people were required to divulge that information) because we found bits of broken glass still in the trunk, and like I said, it smelled great until it got hot.
We lived in Arizona.
And New Mexico.

So when the Hubby said the smell was getting to him (wow, it took you 8 years to get fed up with it?), I laughed.
He kept bringing it up. I kept blowing him off.
When he said he was now driving with his windows down all of the time, I asked if he had checked to see if anything was spilled, or dead in his car.
He had looked. But he looks like a man (nothing personal, guys-- just a proven fact with my man).
One day when his car was parked in the drive, I took my trusty nose to it.

You need to know that I don't set timers when I cook. There's no need. My nose knows when something is done. It knows approximately how far off something is from being done. My nose is the bomb. When I'm pregnant and my sense of smell is even sharper? I have a hard time living with four stinky boys.

It's a hot, sunny, NM day and I begin sniffing.

Whoo doggy! He's right. That is NOT a good smell.
I smell throughout the car, noticing the smell is stronger towards the back of the car.
I look under the seats, in the trunk, under the car.
The smell is sickening.

You should also know that I have a weak stomach. When a child vomits, I join him. The Hubby handles missed toilets during Flu season.

I can't stand to be beaten and this smell was beating me. So I removed everything, one whif at a time.
I lifted the hatch in the trunk and unscrewed the spare tire...

and was BLOWN back by the stench.

There on the wheel well was a long-dead, decomposing snake. You sick folks can look at the picture and see how dead it was but I won't go into details, because there's still a few people reading that probably shouldn't be---because they didn't believe me when I said,

"Graphic image to follow".

I took a picture and emailed it to my husband at work.

I cleaned the car. With a lot of bleach. While holding my nose. and my breath.

My big, brave hero of a husband was rescued by the Little Woman.

He owes me for this one.






Wanna see it closer? Click on it, I uploaded the whole file. Wow, that's sick.