IIRC, damp straw or dead grass after a rainfall. Remember, this was three weeks after giving birth, I was sleep deprived, a little baby blue and still fairly relieved that the stitches were out and I could sit comfortably again. It wasn’t until the next morning that I even wondered how the stuff got … where it got.
We don’t get no crackerjacks down this end of the planet. Just weird things up the jaxi, apparently. I’m feeling a little worried, since there hasn’t been a chorus of “me too’s”. Perhaps I should have mentioned it to the midwife. Ah well, too late now.