Freezers, skeeters, and smells

Too the oldest child, who doesn't feel so swell.

Now, we're not the type that would clean and tell, but sometimes there are just such instances that are worthy of note, and even worthy of breaking our own rules. There are some story's just begging to be told but due to the graphic nature of some of those stories, they are reserved for bed times and campfires...both of which we attend alone. But here is a story for the oldest child who wished she was here; we also wished you were here dear, for the kitchen has never been our domain.
There was a smell coming from the freezer. Such a strong smell, it took the youngest child three tries to get close enough to look inside of it. The middle child gave the cabin kitchen a wide birth under the disguise of doing something that resembled cleaning. Back to the rather note worthy smell though. The youngest child, through eyes squirting tears from such an effluvium, looked high and low inside the empty freezer. All she found was a small slowly decaying mosquito. "Ah, ha!" she exclaimed much to her regret as she breathed in a lung full of dead mosquito smell. She hastily removed the little corps but found much to her dismay the smell had not lessened. She grabbed her dishcloth and began to scrub where the little beast had breathed his last, but to no avail; it still stunk! Finally she came to the conclusion that any cabin cleaner would come to, she needed more soap. Gallons of dish soap later, the smell was gone and the three over enffluviumized victims could work in peace.

For all you people who think trapping skeeters in the refrigerator is a worthy hobby, we have one thing to say, "That really stinks!"


We here at the newsy news office do here by disclaim all responsibilities for the over exaggerated chemically induced description above. We choose to ignore other details, such as leeches being left in the fridge, as being the cause of the effluvium. Everyone knows skeeters stink!