I think we can safely chalk that one up to karma.
This zombie thread smells pretty rank.
A very rotten snake at work. It should have been preserved in formaldehyde, but it wasn’t. The Lysol spray I tried to cover it with only made it worse.
I’m certain that if there’s a Hell, it smells just like that snake.
In my EMT days I was affectionately known as the decomp detector.
How do we know we got a ripe one…Drachillix just tossed his cookies…yup this ones gonna be a goner. Living in a town where penny pinching old folks cross paths with 10 days straight 110+ degree weather results in many many unhappy smells.
<i just gagged a little thinking about it.>
Twice-revived zombie thread smells even ranker.
Pyrimidine is pretty awful too.
The worst smell I remember was from when I was in high school (1970s). My best friend’s grandfather was dying of colon cancer and had a colostomy bag. I walked into the room after they had emptied/changed that bag and thought I was going to die . Just the worse smell ever. That poor man…
For me it was the large (bigger than your hand) spiders we had to disect at uni. Giant spider guts + formaldehyde + arachnaphobia. I am retching just thinking of it.
Working at a vet during the summer. A bunny with an open wound on it’s underside. Festering, decaying flesh with urine and feces soaked fur, the entire mess literally bursting with maggots. Yes, it was still alive and we spent a good hour picking the maggots out of it.
I drove around in 90 degree weather with a couple rotting steaks under the seat of the car for two weeks before I figured out why my ride had the nasty stank. Fuckin’ awful!!
A 4"x2" strip of rotting squid in the trunk of my car after two hot summer days.
Dead bloated bodies that have drowned or been left in warm buildings for many days… Srsly, those and when my husband blows ass under the covers.
I once decided that a pot of pea soup that I’d made had turned out a tiny bit too watery, so I added a handful of rice to it to soak up the extra liquid.
Unfortunately, the pot had been cooling for a while before I made this decision – and I immediately put the lid on the pot and then went out to spend the night at my girlfriend’s place.
Although the soup was still too warm to go into the fridge, it was apparently not hot enough to kill whatever bacteria was living on the surface of the rice - in fact, the temperature was just about perfect for its incubation and inculturation.
When I returned home the following afternoon, the pong coming off that soup when I lifted the lid was the most sickening thing I ever smelled. Ladling it into the toilet triggered my gag reflex repeatedly, and I was genuinely terrified that I would actually vomit, and that there might be splash-back involved.
No amount of scrubbing could redeem the heavy pot, either - lots of hot, soapy water, filling with water and boiling, scrubbing again - the pot still smelled like puke from a terminal patient. I had to throw it out.
When I was a child, my mom used to take me and brothers to the beach and let us wander or play in the water for hours. On one such occasion, on a beach between San Francisco and Monterey, a friend and I went wandering and found the body of a sea lion, with giant bite marks taken out of it, rotting on the sand. Covered in maggots, and combining both that bad fish and rotting flesh odor.
But I have unfortunately known of something far, far worse. When horses give birth, after the foal comes out they also expel what’s called the afterbirth. This isn’t unique, I believe all mammals do this, humans definitely do. Anyway, the afterbirth smells terrible, but if it’s a horse, and a vet didn’t attend the actual birth, you typically save the afterbirth and ask a vet to look at it, to make sure everything came out and the mare did not retain any.
So a horse at my barn gave birth, and we put the afterbirth in a bucket, and then put the bucket inside the office to keep the dogs from getting into it. And forgot about it. For a week. In the summer. That horrible smell lingered for months.
A tie:
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an empty pig barn full of manure that burned to the ground;
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a chickenhouse with 20,000 chickens that also burned to the ground.
:smack: I fed the zombie. Now it’ll follow me home.
Nothing stinks like a 21/2 year old zombie, I swear.