June 18, 2014
After the thunderstorm early this morning, the humidity was thick. And in all the dankness, up from the basement came the putrid scent of a dead chipmunk. I spent an hour trying to sniff out the origin. Each movement of furniture or box, I had to brace myself for the find. No one could invent a worse way to spend the morning. Couldn't find it! And to top it off, Ronald the cat brought down another one, while I was occupied with finding the dead one. Really, Ronald? Love my cat, but still, this is an ongoing, almost intolerable nightmare.