Sometime late last week, the cats chased a giant skink lizard into my office. Giant is not an exaggeration. These things are usually pretty small, smaller than my little finger once they've dropped their tails. But this motherfucker was like a dinosaur skink. Longer than my whole hand even after he had dropped his arse.
The cats were running around the office, going berserk, trying to catch him, so I put them out and tried to convince my new office buddy that he might be happier outside in the garden. He was having none of it. He kept darting from one hiding place to the next. Eventually I gave up and went back to work, thinking, “Well the cats will flush him out eventually and then it will be a lot easier to get rid of him cos he’ll be full of holes and moving slower.”
Yeah, nah, not so much.
Over the weekend, he died somewhere in the office, and his rotting carcass was large enough that I can smell it every time I come in. But do you think I can actually find it? No, of course, I can't. The office smells like a lizard abattoir and I'm not quite sure how I'm going to locate this thing. The best I can hope for is that eventually, some ants turn up to feast on the body, and I can use them to locate it. Until then, I've been living in a cloud of Glen 20
It was so fucking foul I finally gave up on work and took the entire room apart. Found the corpse under the rug which was under my armchair. Impossible to get into I would have thought. But no. Now airing out the death chamber.
I can 100% sympathise with this because I am dealing with a horribly backed up drain in an apartment. I have had plumbers and tradies come through trying to fix it, to no avail. Mechanical snakes and radar and worm cameras and no one can find where it is blocked. They're meant to be coming back today.
But for the entire weekend, my apartment has smelled like rotting onions and I nearly slept on the balcony last night because it is wildly unpleasant.
Several years ago we had a small animal shed its mortal coil in our pick up truck. My guess was somewhere under the dashboard. I tore what I could out but could not locate the remains. For several weeks that summer the stench of decomposition filled the cabin of the truck. I left the windows down whenever possible. Luckily this is not a primary vehicle for us. We use it only for farm related transport/towing. The one truly gut churning event was spending an entire day driving back and forth to a nearby farm hauling our year's supply of hay. I became "nose blind" to it after the first couple of hours.
Not quickly enough the odor faded and I am sure that the mummified remains are still lodged somewhere within that truck. We won't be the ones to find it as we have since replaced it with another hopefully desiccated rodent free truck.
Last time I had to catch a skink, instead of darting back and forth under the sofa, the little idiot ran straight onto the window sill for an easy catch. He, or she, was very useful for terrorising the grandchildren, who are sookie-la-las with anything alive. A moth, minding their own business, high on a wall out of reach, will freak them out, for instance. Their father is an idiot.
I have had a series of skink-slaughtering cats, and that smell is one I know (and loathe) well. Some of those bastards get really really big!
My favourite* ones are those that managed to die under the base of a lamp. Took me WEEKS to find, and I still don't understand how they got in there, as - short of some quantum teleport ability - it seemed physically impossible for them to get there.
It was so fucking foul I finally gave up on work and took the entire room apart. Found the corpse under the rug which was under my armchair. Impossible to get into I would have thought. But no. Now airing out the death chamber.
I can 100% sympathise with this because I am dealing with a horribly backed up drain in an apartment. I have had plumbers and tradies come through trying to fix it, to no avail. Mechanical snakes and radar and worm cameras and no one can find where it is blocked. They're meant to be coming back today.
But for the entire weekend, my apartment has smelled like rotting onions and I nearly slept on the balcony last night because it is wildly unpleasant.
Jeebus.
My cat is usually considerate enough to kill skinks in places that I can't smell, and later I discover a piece of skink jerky sans smell.
Tell those cats to up their game!
Oh we've had words, believe me.
what happens if you let the dog in? get that A-grade snoofter going.
Dog just wallows in the general stench.
Surely they would have unearthed the corpse in order to roll in it and parade around in a cloud of Toilette de Skink?
Oh FFS. These animal sidekicks will be the ruination of us all.
Several years ago we had a small animal shed its mortal coil in our pick up truck. My guess was somewhere under the dashboard. I tore what I could out but could not locate the remains. For several weeks that summer the stench of decomposition filled the cabin of the truck. I left the windows down whenever possible. Luckily this is not a primary vehicle for us. We use it only for farm related transport/towing. The one truly gut churning event was spending an entire day driving back and forth to a nearby farm hauling our year's supply of hay. I became "nose blind" to it after the first couple of hours.
Not quickly enough the odor faded and I am sure that the mummified remains are still lodged somewhere within that truck. We won't be the ones to find it as we have since replaced it with another hopefully desiccated rodent free truck.
ahh the delights of a tropical Queensland.
Last time I had to catch a skink, instead of darting back and forth under the sofa, the little idiot ran straight onto the window sill for an easy catch. He, or she, was very useful for terrorising the grandchildren, who are sookie-la-las with anything alive. A moth, minding their own business, high on a wall out of reach, will freak them out, for instance. Their father is an idiot.
I have had a series of skink-slaughtering cats, and that smell is one I know (and loathe) well. Some of those bastards get really really big!
My favourite* ones are those that managed to die under the base of a lamp. Took me WEEKS to find, and I still don't understand how they got in there, as - short of some quantum teleport ability - it seemed physically impossible for them to get there.
This is not helping