So I'm taking a nap upstairs, and wake up to this bad smell. I get up and open the bedroom door...and not only is the smell worse in the hallway, but there's smoke.
Downstairs, the smoke is thick. Not so much that I can't breathe or see, but enough that it's so hazy I have to leave the front door hanging open in 30º weather.
I check my first thought, the kitchen, and sure enough, through the haze I can see one of the tally lights for the stove's burners is on, and there's white smoke billowing from the pot on that burner. I look take the lid off and the smoke is so thick I have to go outside to keep breathing.
When I come back I can see that inside the pot is a black, charred, congealed mess. I take the pot outside, have to stop and catch my breath again, and then get back inside and throw open every door and window I could find.
What had happened was my wife had gone to her sister's house, and she'd left beef browning on the stove. She thought she turned it off. 🙄
So now the house stinks. We went to Home Despot and got some Zep smoke odor "eliminator" and a huge bottle of Pine-Sol.
The funny part was that when we were driving to Home Despot, I noticed that the stink was "following" us. Since I had been home, I got permeated with that burnt-dead-flesh smell. When we got to the store the guy who helped us was trying to suppress a chuckle at my malodorous condition. But the really funny part was when we passed another couple who were shopping, and I overheard the wife say to the husband, "Yeah, it really stinks in here! It's terrible!" I felt like such a social outcast. Then the girl at the checkout counter looked at me strangely because I insisted on standing six feet away from her while she rang up our order. 😛
Anyway, we've sprayed the air and washed down ceilings, walls and floors, and I'm sure we'll be doing it tomorrow too. I've also got to get some heavy-duty fabric cleaner so we can clean the carpets and upholstry.
And yes, I've had a good, long shower. 😀
Downstairs, the smoke is thick. Not so much that I can't breathe or see, but enough that it's so hazy I have to leave the front door hanging open in 30º weather.
I check my first thought, the kitchen, and sure enough, through the haze I can see one of the tally lights for the stove's burners is on, and there's white smoke billowing from the pot on that burner. I look take the lid off and the smoke is so thick I have to go outside to keep breathing.
When I come back I can see that inside the pot is a black, charred, congealed mess. I take the pot outside, have to stop and catch my breath again, and then get back inside and throw open every door and window I could find.
What had happened was my wife had gone to her sister's house, and she'd left beef browning on the stove. She thought she turned it off. 🙄
So now the house stinks. We went to Home Despot and got some Zep smoke odor "eliminator" and a huge bottle of Pine-Sol.
The funny part was that when we were driving to Home Despot, I noticed that the stink was "following" us. Since I had been home, I got permeated with that burnt-dead-flesh smell. When we got to the store the guy who helped us was trying to suppress a chuckle at my malodorous condition. But the really funny part was when we passed another couple who were shopping, and I overheard the wife say to the husband, "Yeah, it really stinks in here! It's terrible!" I felt like such a social outcast. Then the girl at the checkout counter looked at me strangely because I insisted on standing six feet away from her while she rang up our order. 😛
Anyway, we've sprayed the air and washed down ceilings, walls and floors, and I'm sure we'll be doing it tomorrow too. I've also got to get some heavy-duty fabric cleaner so we can clean the carpets and upholstry.
And yes, I've had a good, long shower. 😀
