Of all things, it was dog crap.

Last Thursday, I was driving back home from taking Ame to work, and there was this smell. It was bad, but it wasn’t totally awful. Just… every now and then, I’d get a whiff of it. I thought it was this little jacket that I wear a lot had gotten smelly over time, and it just needed a good laundering. In an effort at narrowing down the smell, I wore a different jacket to school. The smell continued.

What the hell was it? Where was it coming from? Was it the car that smelled? I parked the car and went to class. After a few minutes of class, there it was again. Oh god, it was me. Good thing I had already taken a seat in the back away from other students. I got home and had a very good shower and put on all new clothes.

On the way to pick Ame up from work it was there again! Well what the fuck. The jacket hypotheses came back. I suspected the cat had goo’d all over these garments and made ‘em smell bad. The solution at this point is to dry-clean the jackets.

Then, Friday morning at work, it was there again. I wasn’t even wearing a jacket. I know my chair smells of farts, and sometimes when I reposition or sit down a little roughly, some ancient farts of the Navaronne come out to haunt me, but this was that smell. My right shoe, there it was. Poop at least 36 hours old. Why hadn’t I noticed it immediately when I stepped in it? Gross. After a good scraping with a pen I’d never use into the trash can that isn’t mine, the smell is mostly gone. I don’t recommend taking a big, (un)healthy whiff of my shoe: The smell is still there as well as my nostrils.

I want to blame Snickers, but I don’t know if it’s his or even canine. Oh well. Shit happens. HAHAHAHAH. sorry…