What IS That Smell?

A few years ago I had a cold for over a week, and along with it I lost my sense of smell. When I finally started regaining the use of my nose, I unlocked the door to my condo and was almost knocked over by an awful stench. It took a few minutes of investigative work to finally locate the source: a partially liquefied potato. Even after removing what was left of the potato from the premises, its smell lingered for a time and its memory burned into my mind. If you have smelled partially liquefied potatoes, I am sure you understand.

This experience has led me to be a bit paranoid when I have had subsequent colds. I can imagine an army of bacteria waging a similar attack on what used to be my produce, while I am none the wiser. So after my most recent cold and several days of sub par smelling abilities, I was cautious when I was able to start smelling again. I began walking around the kitchen and smelling everything, convinced that there was a strange odor somewhere. When Latino walked in, I asked if he smelled anything. He denied it at first, but I persisted that there was a bad smell in our place. "Something smells here. What is it?!" Sasha chose that exact moment to walk into the kitchen and meow. Without missing a beat or saying a word, Latino pointed at Sasha.

Well played, Latino. I should have known better than to ask.

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