Cat houses are some of the stinkiest ones we service. There is an ammoniac odor left behind by cat urine. And there are few biological weapons with greater gross-out power than cat feces. This house was covered in all of kitty’s physiological … Continue reading
It wasn’t used for scrubbing, toothpaste, or odor mitigation. The lonely box of baking soda on the sink was brand new, covered in dust, and gone to waste. Years of smoking and greasy cooking had sent its malodorous scent into … Continue reading
Several readers commented on the degree of the mess in this house. One remarked that it was a fire hazard, and another mentioned that he assumed the previous occupant was a fervent Christian. These are all good observations. Here are … Continue reading
The remnants of a delicious meal slowly decomposed on a ledge in a basement bedroom. What delectable treats were the occupants savoring? I’d like to hear your theories on what composed this feast.
Sometimes, the stench of rotting garbage is overwhelming when you even approach the front door to a house. Other times, a lifetime of decay is evident. Here, though, is another type of filthy house, exemplified by this living room. There … Continue reading
It’s another hot day in the Twin Cities. The first time I experienced a Minnesota summer after returning from Costa Rica, I was flooded with memories of running through the sprinkler on freshly cut grass, sweating on the mound during … Continue reading
I know it’s been so long since I’ve rapped at ya (shout out to the immutable Jim Anchower), but I’ve been out of the office for quite some time, tending to business in such varied cities as Rochester, MN, and … Continue reading
The bathroom counter was littered with the standard debris: cleaning products, crusty towels, a brush, Listerine, a razor. I’ve been noticing toothbrushes lately (you’ll find some here and here), and next to the mouth-scouring brush was this ashtray full of … Continue reading
Dirty Dave was fine with the initial blast of stench when we opened the front door. He was cool with the dirty stove, the greasy sausage rotting in a pan, and mountains of dirty clothes. When he saw this bathroom, … Continue reading
When I first moved into an unfurnished apartment in San Jose, Costa Rica, I quickly learned that the Central American idea of unfurnished was quite literal: no refrigerator, no stove, no washing machine. Nothing but four walls, a roof, and … Continue reading
