as i lounged on the couch this weekend, my nostrils were repeatedly assaulted in a manner too noxious to even attempt to relate. i sniffed my various bits, mister monkey's various bits, i sniffed under the couch, i sniffed in the entryway where an embarrassing number of shoes have been proliferating stealthily, i even began thinking that a family of squirrels had taken up residence in our attic and, having fallen on hard economic times, ended badly in a rodent murder-suicide.
alas, it was the lucky bamboo. it has been slowly dying, bit by lucky bit, and the aroma of its decidedly unlucky demise had permeated its water and thereafter the entire living room.
since the culprit has been apprehended and placed in solitary confinement, pending execution, the living room air quality has been improving steadily, barring mister monkey's occasional gastric emissions.