Death, poop, disgusting stuff
So, the smell of death that was creeping into my room turned out NOT to be a phantom dog poop I had been searching for and couldn't find. Instead, it turned out to be, as I feared, a dead rat that had been in the trap a bit too long and was being eaten by maggots.
Ah, good times. Aren't you glad you clicked through the content warning to read this post?
Computer scientist, mathematician, inventor, start-up founder, Portland native.
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