Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Where's The Cat When You Need Him???

Baino's recent shed excavations brought to mind an adventure from my not-too-distant past...

While in graduate school, I worked as an assistant to various faculty. This involved sharing a cubicalled, windowless room with other students and toiling over whatever research and other tasks were at hand.

Allowed to bring food and other necessities in, our office always exuded the faint odor of microwave popcorn or drive thru delicacies. Though the trash bins were always emptied at end of day by custodial staff, we found it necessary to spray air freshener so often that one of us dubbed the place the Febreze suite.

One day, while sorting through shelving and boxes, I noted a particularly foul smell and following it, decided to shift my desk for a peek behind. This action dislodged a still empty waste paper basket hidden beneath the desk. Lined in plastic, the bin, which appeared empty, soon proved unamenable to our customary airborne remedy as well as tried and nearly true Lysol spray.

Flipping the bin on its side loosened its liner completely, revealing the malodorous and very skeletal remains of a rodent. Caught between the bottom of the liner and the outside basket, it had apparently gone unnoticed for sometime, surprising my colleagues and I so much that one of us screamed.

The one and only time I have ever smelled a rat...

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yeuch! Yes, where are the mousers and ratters when you need them? All this talk of rodents is getting me worried now. I think I will have to get my little ratting terrier back from France- I'm sure there are rodents under my shed since he went to live with my folks.

Baino said...

Cats are useless trust me. A little fox terrier will find them!

Barbara said...

Ewwwww! I'm glad I didn't discover the culprit. I was once down in the dungeon in one of those little warrens of cubicles. The air was often stale and old and bore the smells of a lot of food that had come and (mostly) gone. Coming out into the sunlight was always a treat.

e said...

That was one of the funnier if not olfactorily satisfying of my grad school days. Jacob fancies himself a ratter, so I haven't mentioned fox terriers, Baino, but you're very likely correct.

Cinnamon, I trust your parents are taking good care of that terrier...Have you heard from Suzanne? I'm a bit concerned...

Barbara, your remark reminds me of sections of our library--of which I was never overly fond despite my training.

Thanks for popping over, everyone.

Megan said...

Ewwwww.

india flint said...

be grateful it wasn't a possum. we once had a ghastly stench invade the house that was eventually traced to a possum who had lost his footing in the chimney and slipped down behind a cast iron fireplace. and died.

his memory lived on for quite a while, carried on the breeze. getting his remains out was another saga entirely...

Harnett-Hargrove said...
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Harnett-Hargrove said...

Rat-death stink is so very VERY gross!

Anonymous said...

e, not kidding on this one; exact same thing happened at a real estate company I used to clean for. The bin was in the basement...and the smell was everywhere! Idid not relish cleaning that can, believe me...ugh! And I noticed you changed the layout again!

Steve Reed said...

Bleah!

Harnett-Hargrove said...

per your note to me on H-H....
Hey, e, that was a COMMENT not a judgment!
see you on the screen again soon! -Jayne

Brian Miller said...

ewwww.

lettuce said...

yeuch
bleah
ewwww
have all been said - but tis what i'm thinking too!