Some of you may remember the infamous What's That Smell? post from 2005, in which I describe the worst smell known to man (which turned out to be a very leaky window in one of our work vehicles). Now, lucky readers, I have for you a story of a funky smell that turned out to be the grossest thing I could have found in my own car.
So last week, I noticed that there was sort of an odd smell in my car. I couldn't really place what exactly it smelled like, except maybe it was like a piece of food that had fallen and gone bad. Since I rarely eat in my car, unless we're taking an extremely long car ride (ie. back from the parent's house), this didn't really seem plausible. Over the next couple of days, I tried searching for the source of the funk underneath my seats, on the floor, in the little door pockets and in the trunk. Nothing.
I was starting to get really pissed off, because I try to take good care of my car, since it's only 2 years old. If I leave anything in there, it's just paper because I take a lot of notes in the car (I know, it's weird). One of the guys at work used to be a mechanic, so I asked him to smell the car and tell me if it was something he had encountered before. He sticks his head in and says, "it smells like a dead mouse. Let me look at your air filter, because mice get trapped in there all of the time." He opens the hood, pulls out the air filter, and again, nothing. I'm starting to lose my mind...
The next morning, I decided to just vacuum and Fantastik every square inch of the interior and throw out any papers that are stuffed in the glove compartment. Everything looks clean and beautiful, until I get to the glove compartment, which has collected papers and a random bag from the craft store. I pull out the bag and throw it in the trash, and when I turn back to the glove compartment, I see it- there is a DEAD MOUSE in the glove compartment on top of my owner's manual binder. Thankfully it was really cold that week, so he was, well, intact is probably the least disgusting word. I screamed bloody murder and jumped out of the car, because it might as well have been some dead guy in there- I don't want to be in the same car with something DEAD. Luckily as I'm freaking out, pH calls me- I'm like, "you have to come home right away!!! The smell!!! It was a mouse!!!"
pH came home and disposed of the body for me and cleaned out my glove compartment with lots of bleach. Isn't he the best husband ever?? Only someone who really loves you would do that! I also got a new binder for my owner's manual and installed a new air freshener. I think everything is ok now. I had a couple of girlfriends in the car on Saturday and I asked them if they could smell the air freshener because I wasn't sure if it was doing anything. They didn't say it smelled gross in the car, so I guess it's ok. Sorry girls- I didn't mean for you to be the guinea pigs :)