Like fish.
Not just a fishy, we opened a can of tuna, smell.
A dead fish smell.
And not just a dead fish smell, like out at the lake or by the pier.
No, a dead fish smell like the nasty thing has been lying out in the sun for the past two months.
A smell that would make a skunk sick.
One that is so bad it is reminding me of pregnancy sickness. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach where you feel like if you throw up you will just feel better.
Why, you ask?
Well, while at the beach, Emily and Audrey hunted for the little oyster things that dig down in the sand as the waves come and go. They collected several animals, as they like to call them, and put them in a water bottle with their seashell finds.
Fast forward two weeks.
They were cleaning their room and apparently the water bottle got pushed under one of the beds. Wanting to look at all their beautiful shells, Emily opened the bottle.
I was folding towels and heard ewww’s and yuck’s like you would not believe.
As Emily nears me with water bottle in hand, I start smelling a faint smell. The closer she gets, I actually start paying attention to what she’s been trying to tell me.
Especially, when I hear, all the little animals are dead.
She throws the bottle in the trash. INSIDE the house.
Between gagging and trying to not throw up, I tell her to get it out of this house RIGHT NOW!
The whole blame house stinks.
BAD. I wish I could do like a little scratch and sniff thing here on the blog to share the smell with you.
It is AWFUL!



























