As I snuggled down I noticed an odd smell. I tried to ignore it, but it was really buggin’ me. I thought it was a wayward diaper, so I got up to hunt for it. I couldn’t find it, so back to bed. I listened to the wind blowing the wind chimes on the porch off our bedroom. Tink-tink-tink. I thought about the new bread recipe I’m looking forward to trying. I thought about the gauzy ribbon I bought at the craft shop for the Christmas tree.
But that stink was too much. Up again.
I searched like a maniac for the source of the odor. I thought it must be under the bed. After unearthing lots of dust bunnies, dirty (but unstinky) socks, and hair bands under the bed, I found the stink. But not under the bed.
On my nightstand: a very ripe half-eaten banana stuck in a tissue box. I have my suspicions who might have mailed it through the slot.
I know. She looks so cute and innocent. But she loves bananas . . and tissue boxes . . .
I will add to my to-do list: check tissue boxes for fermented fruit.