Okay, so. A week or two ago, we thought something had got behind one of the outside freezers and died.* It had happened a couple times before, no big, let nature take its course. Well.
Today. Today, grandmother checked the freezer itself, again. Had done so before, thought it was working fine, etc., etc., etc.
No mos. Turns out it had died. It had died quite a while ago. Open box, receive a good hundred pounds of rotten food. Which is currently sitting on the front porch until the person who'd know (and have the means of transportation necessary to move the stuff) what to do with it returns.
The stench. Sweet monkey god, the fucking stench. It is omnipresent. It suffuses the house, the yard... I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors are getting a whiff of this by now. It is everywhere. It is terrible. It is the odour of rotten flesh and vegetables. Fucking. Everywhere. Smell. Bad. Bad. Small. There was rot ooze. In the bottom of the freezer. Along with the water from the melting stuff.
If this is what natto smells like, gods shat how the hell does anyone manage to consume it?
In other and related news, I noticed the warning on the peppermint oil to dilute before application to flesh a little too late. Space between nose and upper lip burns a little now. It is a cold burn, and it blocks out the rotstench. Somewhat. To a degree. Buggery hell. Day just turned somewhat terrible, because yeargh.
*The observant already know where this is going.