I've posted this photo before, but when I took the picture I had no idea that I would become so intimately acquainted with my drain.
All week long, I've been repeatedly sticking my nose up to the drain.
I readily admit that I tend toward the crazy end of the spectrum, but it's not OCD that has gotten a hold of me this time.
It's this god-awful smell.
That's coming from the sink.
I don't have a garbage disposal, and maybe that's part of the problem, but when we came back from our little weekend excursion the whole first floor STANK.
Naturally, we blamed the animals.
I even brought out the UV light and searched the house for pee stains.
I found some really disturbing glowing marks on the walls in the kitchen, but surprisingly (thankfully) no evidence of feline misdemeanors.
It took me two days and a bottle of Febreze before I finally figured out that the stench was emanating from the drain.
I proceeded to dump everything I could think of down the drain followed by drought-inducing amounts of water.
Nothing. A few hours later the smell would come right back.
This isn't hyperbole. It smelled like something DIED in there.
As a last resort, I made the sink off limits for 24 hours and dumped one of those "earth-friendly" drain-cleaners that promises not to kill all the children and pets in the house that cross its path. One has to wonder about the effectiveness of a drain cleaner that doesn't harm the children, but I thought I'd give it a try.
Plus 24 hours without the sink meant I had an excuse to not cook just leave the dishes on the counter.
I think it worked.
But now I can't stop myself from smelling it.
You know, just in case.









