Can you believe that I threw out a bunch of raw chicken just before my in-laws' visit (and almost a week before the next trash day)? I don't know what I was thinking. It's in the trash can in the garage, but you wouldn't know it. You can smell it all the way upstairs. It is SO FREAKING DISGUSTING. Dead, rotting flesh--while we're all eating breakfast, for instance. Yesterday we double-bagged the garbage bag it was in, and today I sprinkled baking soda in the trash can and sprayed a bunch of Febreze everywhere. Not that any of it really helps.
It's almost comical to me, I must admit (put together with everything else).