Over the past couple of weeks a smell has been brewing in our hallway. At first it wasn’t too bad, it smelled like rotting vegetables or perfectly healthy cabbage. Lately, however, it has taken on the smell of something dead.
My mind goes instantly to thoughts such as this:
Toby, have you seen the neighbors lately?
And even though he has not seen out neighbors lately, he assures me they are not in the apartment next door rotting.
Last night I brought Schmitty outside into the hallway to sniff around. I thought that maybe his horny nose might find out where the smell was coming from. Instead, he ran straight for freedom, down three flights of stairs, headed for the front door. That plan backfired.
So we’re not sure what it is. And I’m afraid to go into the hall.
Along with something dead, we have a strange plumbing situation going on as of late. And I’m only now hoping that these two things are not related. A nightmarish imaginary idea of mine is to have a rat bite my ass when I sit to pee. What if there is a dead rat who wanted to bite my ass rotting in our pipes?
It’s times like these where I am happy I don’t own. It’s like handing the baby back when it cries. Ain’t my problem, you deal with it.
Mihow 
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