For a few weeks there has been a foul, foul stench in my pantry. It smells like rotting something. Maybe a tiny animal corpse, maybe an onion, I don’t know. All I know is that when I open my pantry, the smell hits me, and try as I might, I can’t find it. After a couple of minutes my nose becomes immune and I can’t smell the stink at all. So I move a bunch of cans and packages around and then give up.
My pantry is quite roomy, but it’s not gigantic. I should have found the source of the odor by now. Or it should have gone away. But it continues to reek.
Tonight I went into the pantry hoping for an extra onion to materialize out of thin air. I pushed aside all the paper plates and napkins left over from parties-gone-by, and there was the stinky culprit! A bag of rotting fingerling potatoes marinating in their own goo. I picked up the bag and was pleased to see a bunch of squiggly larvae underneath. They’d leaked under a neighboring bag of sugar (25 lbs. down the drain!)
It’s a good thing I have a strong stomach because that is the grossest science experiment ever to have happened chez Jennie.