The smell of death surrounds youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, yeah
A couple days ago an unpleasant stench began to slowly permeate my car. At first I couldn’t quite identify the noisomeness, but it was quite faint so I didn’t worry too awfully much about it. Friday morning the smell was a bit stronger and seemed to be coming from the air conditioning vents. Again, it was tolerable so I didn’t think much about it. Plus, I was running late for work and was worried more about my led foot and not hitting other cars.
Friday evening the stench was beginning to become oppressive. The funk still seemed to be coming through the vents and the only reason I didn’t turn off the air and roll down the windows is because it was 95 effin’ degrees outside and I’d rather deal with the smell than dehydrate in the brutal heat. When I picked up the twins after work one of them asked me what the smell was. I told them I didn’t know, but I suspected that an animal had crawled up into the engine and died. I’ve seen this happen before and actually have had to fish a family of dead mice out of an air filter casing before. That was…unpleasant.
Saturday morning the kids and I piled into the car to go to the grocery store. The stench was still strong and, frankly, quite suffocating. But to my immense relief I figured out what was causing the unpleasant aroma in the grocery store parking lot.
It seems that if you buy a gallon of milk and forget to take it out of your trunk after you went shopping the weekend before the milk spoils and makes you think there’s a dead animal in your engine somewhere. I know! I was shocked, too!
So, yeah. Oops. After we got home and put all of the groceries away (including a new, unspoiled gallon of milk), I febreezed the fuck out of my trunk and threw away everything that had gotten soaked with spoiled milk. I haven’t been back in the car since, but I’m hoping that did the trick.