Ha! Lest I think the Universe is going to make my life all butterflies and rainbows from here on out . . . now my current residence smells like a rat has died in the walls. Again.
This is my third rat casualty, and until I can establish a secure perimeter, I fear this sort of thing will continue to happen. Because the corpse is inside the walls, all I can do is open the windows, turn on the fans, and hope for the best.
Next up: the appearance of the giant black flies that herald serious decomposition. Yuck.