Believe it or not, this is not a post about the evils of HP, nor its literary merit (or lack thereof). It is, however, a tale of mystery and suspense, fraught with late-night terrors and speculations of ghosts and vampires. Or just bats. Or maybe rotting rats? Read on…
About three weeks ago my youngest daughter (KakeAce for those of you keeping track of the cast of characters) mentioned the fact that her room had a strange odor making it difficult for her to sleep. I was a little surprised to find out it had been there for the last month, ever since she came home from camp, but then again – she isn’t one to complain. “Let me know the next time it shows up” I instructed. Sure enough, the next night around 10:30 I stepped into her bedroom and had my nose assaulted with the epitome of “foul stench.” Politeness prevents me from going into great detail, but let’s just say that if you’ve ever walked by an outdoor trash can in the heat of August, one that has had a few dirty diapers tossed inside….you get the idea.
Yessirree we had a bona fide mystery on our hands, err..noses. Said odor only appeared at night, and then only on random nights. There seemed to be no correlation whether the AC was on or off, whether faucets were running or not, or whether it had recently rained. Only the one bedroom was affected. The surrounding rooms and hallway were (thankfully) odor free. Dead animal in the walls? If so the smell should have been constant, peaked, and then gone away after a couple of weeks. Dead animal in the gutters? Nope, clean and shiny. AC drain pan moldy? Nope, but we had our guy come out and the system checked out fine. Bat in the attic? That upstairs attic floor is spotless. (Before we go any further, let me assure you that this girl-child is very neat and her volleyball shoes do not smell!)
While my husband muttered about calling Ghostbusters, I turned to Google. Did you know there are quite a few people out there with strange odors? (Ok, you knew that. I mean strange odors in their homes!) The really horrifying part is all the thousands of dollars they’ve spent on plumbers and other professionals to try to hunt down the source.
While we were without power for 3 days last week, the smell went away. Then, last night, there it was again! I woke the UrbanCowboy up from a sound sleep at 12:30 so we could play detective one more time. We prowled around outside with our flashlights (either our neighbors are sound sleepers or we have a future as cat burglars). We unscrewed sewer pipe caps, sniffed around the AC unit, checked out the lawn mower shed, crawled up in the attic one more time, took the duct work apart in the bedroom, and… no luck. Was my poor youngest child doomed to sleep on the couch from now on?
During church today I had a hard time concentrating. I so appreciated the sermon on being grateful, but all I could think about were those lepers, diseased lepers, and what on earth kind of germy putrid thing was residing in our second floor bedroom? That and I was trying to stay awake. Midnight prowling isn’t conducive to Sunday morning worship. (Yes you could probably take that sentence a few different ways!) Afterwards we went to lunch, and had yet another family discussion about our resident evil.
Hmm…musing over the internet smell stories…Hey! One person said they had a melting lamp in their living room and it smelled. Nahh…we checked that out last night. None of the outlets were hot and there was certainly no melting plastic up there. Wait a minute… “Dear daughter, didn’t you bring Harry Potter to summer camp with you?” Yes she did. “And which volume was it?” Number one. “And when did you begin reading this book?” (This is fun. I think I want to be Perry Mason!) “So this book was picked up at the end of July when you came home. You have since been on a Harry Potter reading marathon in which you have read the first 5 books in the series, all….at…..night…. in YOUR ROOM! AH HA! And what do you turn on when you head upstairs at 10 PM? You turn on the LAMP!”
She can’t read every night, which would explain the random occurrences. She didn’t use the lamp during the hurricane, which explains why the smell disappeared. We couldn’t wait to get home so we could run upstairs and flip that switch. Sure enough. A piece of plastic had come unscrewed and was resting directly on the bulb. Before the offending odor could get worse, we shut the power off and rejoiced at our discovery.
The Case of the Reeking Room: Solved.
The culprit, guilty as charged:
