So, there continues to be the smell of death in the downstairs bathroom. Some of you may remember last years dead bird incident. The last time that Death made a deposit of stinking rot in the bathroom David was away. I was forced to remove a foul baby bird carcass from the light fixture by myself.
I have still not recovered.
When I noticed the smell two days ago I was elated because Readers, David was home and would have to deal with it this time!
Last night after copious nagging, he finally headed into the bathroom.
"It doesn't smell that bad!" he lied.
I gave him my "I-know-exactly-what-you-are-up-to-and-don't-even-try-getting-out-of-dead-bird-removal" look and he got back to work.
First he removed the glass that covers the bulb.
"See?" he asked, "There's nothing there."
"You have to remove the housing completely!" I responded.
I'm not going to say that my husband was being a wuss. Because that would be unkind, even though it might be true.
Anyway, he removed the housing and the smell was stronger- only no carcass.
This is very bad. This means that the dead bird is stuck on the outside of the vent- the part of the house which previously had an air conditioner dropped on it. Fishing out the dead bird is going to require:
a. Removing Rebecca's air conditioner
b. Removing the top of the exhaust vent
c. Hanging out of the window while trying to remove a dead bird
d. Not falling out of the window
My husband has managed to avoid this today and he is traveling tomorrow into Friday.
Saturday is Rebecca's birthday party and Sunday in Mother's Day.
I have a very bad feeling that there is a dead bird extraction in my future.
Someone will pay...