Carl and I played a neat game this past weekend and I thought it would be fun to share it with all of you! The game has no rules and there are only two parts. Part One is called: What is that smell? And Part Two is called: And where is it coming from?
We decided to play while in the middle of puttying the floors upstairs. I came down to get something (I honestly have no recollection what it was now.) and I smelled the most horrendous smell in our downstairs hallway. My first thought was natural gas which completely freaked me out as my sweet Sunshine was sleeping in the next room. But when I had Carl come down to give it a whiff, he said he’d smelled it faintly earlier and thought it was wet towels we’d forgotten to wash once we got our washing machine hooked up.
I informed him that the bag of wet towels we brought from the apartment was the first load of wash I had done when we got our washing machine hooked up and his brow crinkled in concern. If not the towels and not natural gas, what could it be? We noted it was much stronger at one end of the hall than the other and put part one of the game on hold to focus all of our attention on part two. After sniffing and wandering for about five minutes, we pinpointed the strongest odor in the master bedroom (which is currently filled to the brim with boxes of our things.
It was at this moment, we both paused, looked at one another, and gave voice to our deepest fear: what if a squirrel died either in the walls or in one of our boxes of things? The smell was certainly rank enough and that would explain why it had progressively gotten worse on a hot day . . .
Continuing on with our search, I noted how close we were to the half bath off the master bedroom and on a whim went inside. I won’t say the smell got worse so much as it changed in an odd way that made me curious. So I went to the toilet, which we have never used, lifted the lid . . .
And there it was. The bowl was coated in blackish-green slime and there was no water. The septic had backed up!!!!!! EW. EW. EW. EW! As luck would have it, I had recently received a recommendation from our good friend Bri on a fantastic bleach/lysol toilet bowl cleaner. I literally ran to retrieve it from the bathroom we have been using and liberally applied it. Even though it says you don’t have to scrub, we scrubbed, we let it sit, and then, with a touch of fear in our hearts, we flushed.
It all went down leaving a sparkling clean, white bowl free from wretched odors! And so ended our game, may we never have to play it again as long as we live. : )
Even as I type, the guy who is putting in a whole new septic system (the sellers are putting it in because the old one was not up to code) is outside, hard at work! And not a moment too soon. : )