"Olaf exploded in the music room last night."
Even from upstairs we could smell it. And there was Olaf crouching in the corner, trying to look small and avoiding all eye contact.
Two years ago on my birthday he exploded in the third floor guest room and we had to remove the carpet. There was no choice. You can read about it on our old website here and here.
So Lyle and I looked at the Olaf mess (with hands over our noses) and agreed that some things are just too disgusting to clean. Lickety-split the piano was in the entryway, the fouled carpet was in the back of the truck, and our music room looked like this:
While Lyle was at the dump, his sweet receptionist called and I told her all about our stinky morning. Her very first question was, "Oh! How's Olaf?" Hmmm, that hadn't even crossed my mind. I would guess that he's feeling much better now, thanks. And with lots of open windows and cross-ventilation I'm feeling a little better too.
AND I'm getting a hardwood floor!