The End
Almost a month ago, a glass half-gallon jug of milk broke in the back of my (2000-but-new-to-me) car. Unbeknownst to me, the milk trickled down to rest underneath the backseat carpet where it lay hidden and stealthy, only to announce itself four days later. I spent a full day with enzymes, carpet cleaner, Febreeze, and baking soda to take care of it. Nothing worked. I took it for professional cleaning, and that only worked somewhat well.
Keep in mind that I’ve had this car for two months. One full month of it has been smelly. I was facing several years of sour-milk car.
I finally got it professionally cleaned again, by people who also used enzyme cleaner. I have smelled nothing so far, but I worry that I’m so hyper-sensitive about detecting odors in that car that I’m going to freak out if I smell anything (like the smell of wet carpet, which is what it smells like now.)
But I think, I think that it’s over.
Now to knit fuzzy dice to hang from the mirror.
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