Starbuline wrote:
Decaying flesh. The worst that I have ever smelled it was when I was 9 and I was at the beach in Half Moon Bay. There was a giant walrus with its head cut off, and it was there for a while. Being curious, I moved closer to it to see what it looked like up-close. I almost vomited!
Decaying flesh is a definite. I have two recent memories of that and I warn you than number two is quite stomach-turning.
1) Our cat managed, without me noticing, to bring a dead mouse into my room and hide it under some clothing. As it was autumn, heading for Winter, I had my heationg on. I found it three days AFTER it started to smell. Everything it had touched had to be thrown out.
2) Back in 2004, someone on our housing estate died. Again, the heating was on and he had had a heart attack after coming out of the bath. This had happened sometime Thursday/Friday and he was found on a Monday after people in the flat next door noticed a foul odour. Flies had laid eggs on him and he was so badly decomposed that when he was moved his body cavity ruptured, releasing the semiliquid contents all over the floor and down the steps. A cleanup crew had tried to eradicate/disguise the smell with very strong disinfectant, but the smell of the two combined that I smelt when I went to put flowers at the door almost made me chunder on the spot. Holding my breath, putting down the flowers and running as fast and as far as I could from the area till I almost blacked out for lack of oxygen is the only reason I did not.
Poo and aur freshener (or farts and the same) comes in at no. 2 for me (no pun intended)
JulieArticuno