Smelly House

I called Tyson on my way home from work on Thursday and asked him to put some chicken in the oven for dinner.  He called me back after a couple of minutes saying he could not find the chicken anywhere.  We both knew that we still had frozen chicken breasts left over after he had cooked dinner on Wednesday, but alas...they were not in the freezer, nor anywhere else in our house (or so we thought).  After getting home and looking everywhere (since I never can trust Tyson's "searching" skills), the chicken really was nowhere to be found.  We assumed he must have accidentally thrown the bag away and he had taken the garbage out that day.  

Tyson and I came home late Friday night to a smelly house and woke up this morning to an even smellier one.  We searched for the smell everywhere.  Closets, fridge, garbage, pantry, dishwasher, cupboards, garbage disposal-but the stench was a mystery.  Tonight, Tys had a renewed determination to discover the source of the smell.  After about 30 seconds of searching, he opened the drawer underneath the oven and found the 4 day old, now raw, reeking bag of chicken.  Never a dull moment living with Tys..bless his heart.