Well, the latest in a very eventful weekend was the discovery of a sour, rank smell coming from Victor's room tonight. It wasn't there at 7:30pm when I fed him... and it was very strong (and isolated to his room) when I checked on him at 9pm.
No wet carpet. Nothing lurking in the shadows. Not coming from the vent. Not in any other rooms. Not a gas smell.
We carried the crib out of the room (depositing Victor first on our bed), only to discover it is barely able to fit into the hallway... and not around the corner to the living room. We hefted it up to get it into our bedroom (this is a VERY sturdy crib), where we now have 4 inches to squeeze past one side of the bed to the doorway.
A more thorough investigation of the room led us to discover that the window, or precisely, the left side of the window, was the location of suspicion. Ben's handy-dandy flashlight was pulled out.
The culprit: an animal marked the window (with a STRONG scent) sometime in the last hour and a half.
And if the fan, open window, and bleach take care of the aroma, we will heft the crib back inside and call it a night.
Will keep you posted if there's more to the adventure...
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