Offensive smell found

Justin and I found the offensive smell that was infesting our apartment. It was coming from an unknown spilled substance that was lurking under the fridge (and being warmed by it). I nearly threw up as I entered the epicenter of the stench. After finding part of it lurking beneath a bag of potting soil, my stomach lurched and the next I knew I was in the hallway begging Sweet Mother Mary to chop off my nose.

We mopped up the offensive substance after moving the fridge. We used a liberal amount of bleach followed up with some Simple Green, but we were still unable to totally iradicate the odor. It was then that I sprayed around some Old Spice body spray I got free as a sample, so now the kitchen smells like Dirty Ol' Man instead of Unholy Demon Vomit.

Uncertain what the liquid was, but if I find out, I'm certainly never going to allow it in my home for as long as I live, regardless of how nice it might be before it spoils. Certainly, a week under a fridge didn't do it any good.

Jackass Number Two and a Weird Smell

So I went to see Jackass Number Two with Justin and our friend Scott. I am a little ashamed of myself, yes, especially since I did find myself laughing at some of it.



Meanwhile, a "weird smell" has developed in our apartment. It smells like spoiled milk. It started a few days ago. Since we've both been sick with a rhinovirus, we couldn't track down the smell very well, but now that we're clearing up, the smell is horrible. We tracked it to under the futon, so we decided to move the futon and clean it up. So we moved the futon and found some strange liquidy substance. We mopped it. Still smelled. We Simple Greened it. Still smelled. We then mopped it with BLEACH. Still smelled. Considering that you can now perform operations on our floor, we decided it must be coming from downstairs. We can only smell it in the futon area, and we know it isn't the futon itself.

We are hoping that it goes away on its own soon.