"LOOK AT THAT!!!!!!!!!
DO YOU SMELL THAT!?!?!?"
I woke up to Spencer talking to himself, gagging, and groaning so ferociously I couldn't go back to sleep. I walk into the laundry room to the most terrible smell you can imagine and him bent over, hands on knees, giving himself a pep talk next to a bucket containing water and a huge dead mouse.
"Come on, come on! Just do it!"
He found it stuck in the sump pump pipe and had grabbed with his bare hands unknowingly of what he grabbed.
“I thought it was part of that black lining we installed”
The next morning he told me he had washed his hands 5 times after taking care of everything and the smell still wouldn't come out.
"Of all the ways for the sump pump to fail"
I ended up sleeping in the living room.
Update 6/27/19: Forgot to add this fun fact when it happened. Turns out after he disposed of the dead mouse he “treated” himself to an ice cream sandwich to calm himself down, and then proceed to play several hours of FIFA before turning in. Within 24 hours he had the WORST stomach bug he has ever had, seriously could not keep ANYTHING down and was puking every hour, on the hour for the next 24 hours. He was so sick that I stayed home from work with Elsie and he slept all day L Guess he should wash his hands 6 times next time….He was better within a day or two, but holy shit the dead mouse got him twice as worse the second time around.
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