Of mice and birds

Because I know you all care deeply about how our house smells, I’m glad to report that the abattoir aroma is gone.

Or not.
Yesterday it was back in full force, to the point that Mama lost her appetite for dinner. So, I dug into the problem…as best I could. I climbed into our laundry closet and from atop our dryer, peered down the duct into the dryer and cleaned out as best I could the duct from the dryer to the outside.
That seemed to have no effect and I couldn’t smell anything emanating from the duct. I did, however, pull out some lint that appeared to perhaps have some bird poop attached to it. This isn’t surprising, since the end of every duct in our building is only covered with a light metal damper, which is supposed to lift when the fan behind it is turned on.
It also lifts when a clever bird perches below it and goes into the duct behind it to build a nest. We’re not quite a rookery, but in some areas of our building this is prevalent. It also appeared that there might be some droppings at the dryer end of the duct, but it was hard to tell from my position.
So today we’re having someone come to pull the washer and dryer–they’re stacked–out of the laundry closet and open up the dryer to ensure that it’s not doubling as a mausoleum. We don’t think it’s a home for anybody, since we don’t hear anything moving in it or through the ducts.
I then went on to work on the kitchen exhaust fan, where I found nothing. However, while I was working on that, the smell got worse. I had thought the only way for it to get worse would be for the dead thing to drop through our ceiling onto our floor, but that didn’t happen. So…where is the smell coming from?
Stay tuned. As soon as we know, you’ll know.
Until then, I’m left to wonder if I’m Robert DeNiro or Bob Hoskins…

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