I am still in The Lawyer's condo dealing with identity theft issues, but every time I have walked past the master bathroom, there is an...odor. At first, I believed it to be an odor of the obvious kind, so I lit the scented bathroom candle and walked away.
But this is a different kind of smell.
It smells like stale water. Like, water that has been sitting too long in rotting flowers. Or, leaky water in a public bathroom. In short, it smells like grossness.
Obviously, The Lawyer's home is basically my home, so it's not like I can ignore a potential leak or standing water. Instead, I proceeded to follow the smell all around the condo, trying to isolate its source.
It's coming from the dryer in the laundry room.
This discovery led to me calling The Lawyer at work again. (What is that you say? He has real work to do and I should stop calling him? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the IDENTITY THEFT NEWS.) He suggested that maybe the laundry had been sitting in the dryer for too long before he started it, or that the washer had malfunctioned and had standing water. Further investigation yielded fresh smelling laundry items from the dryer and a bone dry washer.
Then, I saw it. A container of mice pellets in the corner of the laundry room.
About two months ago, The Lawyer said that he heard scratching in the walls one night, and although we have yet to see evidence of any vermin of the mice variety, we have both lived in buildings in cities before. He immediately put out poison and traps, which until this point, have yielded no...results.
So...I don't know if there is a dead mouse in the dryer or not, but my adopted ownership of my boyfriend's condo ends with me sticking my hand in there and finding out. In order of importance, my day's activities have been re-prioritized to the following:
1. Finish filing police report & contacting credit bureau RE: identity theft
2. Finish personal research on rotation locations and submit to lottery by this afternoon
3. Start Boards studying!
4. Investigate source of mouse death odor in my boyfriend's condo
When it rains, it pours.