Is it old age? Creeping senility? Utter stupidity?
Whatever.
Like the good eco-sheep we are, we have switched to using reusable bags for our grocery shopping. We got a couple from Trader Joe’s, one from Ralph’s, but mostly we use shapeless canvass bags that are legacies of various professional meetings or college reunions.
Went shopping last weekend, and hadn’t used the car in four or five days afterwards. Loni went to fetch something from the interior and came back in saying, “phewwww.” It smells like an animal died underneath the car. I checked, and sure enough, it was foul (pun approaching). I got down and looked underneath as best I could. Nothing. Opened the windows to let the car air out overnight. Next day, even worse.
So, you say, open the trunk, dummy. But what could have gotten inside the trunk?
It was fowl.
It seems that when we did our shopping Sunday morning, I did the unloading and carrying in. We had purchased a whole chicken, like the one above. The bagger had put it in its own small canvas bag. We had a lot of empty ones sitting on the floor of the trunk. I unloaded everything except that bag, which was sitting in a pile of empty bags, and looking like it was one of them.
So, for five days, it sat in the trunk, in the sun. I can tell you, solar ovens really work! What a stench. The culprit, and its bag, now reside in the bin, which is attracting flies like crazy. We can only hope the coyotes don’t get, er, wind of it before trash pickup Tuesday morning.
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