Blame it on the Beans!

I've never used the excuse like this before. But oh_my_heck, some thing crawled under my fridge and died...

Lets all remember that just 2 weeks ago I found a ferocious black plastic box in my attic (presumably filled with poison) with the bold font; RAT TRAP !

Granted, it was empty but the table had been set for disaster...

So back to the fridge. A few days after the attic incident we put the kids to bed for some alone time; just me, Nick, Ben&Jerry and the crew on HGTV's Divine Design. But upon opening the ice box our senses are overwhelmingly offended by the heinous odor that pours out of the refrigerator... complete with green fog and everything! For 2 weeks I searched on bended knee, masked by a BSA bandanna and hot orange dish gloves for the recently deceased. I cleaned every inch of our side-by-side. I pulled it out from the wall, checked the drip pan, flushed the hoses and ate every last left over just to be sure.

The odor filled our 1400 sq. foot home, hung in the air above me as I slept and followed me undefeated into the garage. I begged for help on the internet, at church and in play group...but not even the over night Tilex soaked sponge killed the fumes.

After talking to Haley today, I decided to give it one more go. It must have been her "good luck" that saved us (because arson is 5-10 yrs). I found it.

I promised everyone at play group a big fat rat (they will be so disappointed), but it was the only left overs that I'd missed. A little unassuming dish of black beans that had gassed up the container that exploded when I touched it. On cue: Nick said he knew those beans would give me gas one way or another. Thank you, dear.