To the creature that made its way into the wall behind my fridge before dying in this hard-to-reach place,
please decompose quickly.
Your stench comes in waves through the kitchen, usually as I’m about to tuck into a nice meal. No amount of candles or essential oils can mask your poor body’s smelly state of affairs.
While I’m sorry that you were not long for this earth, I am sorrier that I have to smell your remains as you flit off to whatever rodentia afterlife exists.—In need of nose plugs
This article appears in May 6-12, 2010.
If you rent, call the landlord to get rid of it. If you own, call an exterminator.
I wondered where a certain Bitcher ended up!!!!!
True story. Manic-depressive Mouse decided to shuffle off this mortal coil under a stack of wooden pallets that I needed to move from one side of the warehouse to another in order to appear as if I was doing my job. As I maneuvered the pallet jack into position I wondered why the odor of putrefaction that had delicately infused the workplace for the last couple of days had suddenly increased by a magnitude of 10 . I also wondered at the wet and shiny 20 foot trail that led back to where the pallets were. My direst suspicions were confirmed by examining the front wheel of the jack and finding what resembled a smear of furry chewing gum with a little pair of mousey jazz hands sticking out imploringly from the edge.
Several dry heaves and half a bottle of bleach later I asked myself for neither the first nor the last time – Why didn’t I go to dental school? Gratuitous infliction of pain and free nitrous oxide has got to be better than this.
Mousey jazz hands. Oh man!
True story: fridges can be moved.
You know, it probably can’t even read these forums.
Especially if it’s dead.
Haha… to all of the above…what are mousey jazz hands, Ivan?
I ain’t making this up, they were the last recognizable mouse parts sticking out of a grey globule of fur smeared over the wheel of the pallet jack and I had just laid a 20 ft. trail of well-fermented freshly squeezed mouse juice across the warehouse. Disgusting.
Move your fridge.. And clean your dirty kitchen you pig. Check.
Was it wearing white gloves, yellow shoes and shorts?
Maybe I’m reading it wrong but it’s “in the wall”, right…not just behind the fridge because you would of course, move the fridge to get rid of it right?
I moved into an apartment years ago and noticed a similar “wave of stench” that came and went. Turns out there was a dead cat against on of the pipes in the wall and when I had the hot water on for a while like for a shower it heated up the remains and caused a stench.
Found out the walls had been open for months before I moved in for repairs and they just closed them up for me to view the apartment and move in.
I moved out shortly after that
since i mentioned accidents in a prior bitch , what if a fire was to “accidently ” start behind your fridge, voila new fresh non rotting rodent flavoured kitchen courtesy of your insurance 🙂
why not rip the wall out, and get it the fuck out of there. it could be a real health hazzard soon, if left unchecked.
That’s gross Ivan and Devilgirl..*shudder*
Thanks Bro Tim, now I can’t get the German soldier from “Private Ryan” out of my head
“Steamboat Villie, TOOT, TOOT!”
http://www.urlesque.com/2009/04/06/high-fi…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz_hands
Thanks 3, you just Rawked my morning. >: )
LOL…..funny. Maybe it’s a wayward kid behind there.
no sebastion, they live under the stairs, in the red room.