So THAT'S what that smell was...

Admittedly, this is probably the grossest post I've written. But nevertheless, I'm going to post it anyhow, because I'm not above a little grossness every now and then. And because I have a digital camera and want you to share in the grossness WITH me, my beloved readers.

OK, well looking back, I guess it's probably been around 10 months or so that I've occasionally smelled something foul, yet unidentifiable, when passing through my hallway on the way to The Prince's room. I'm fairly fanatic about my house smelling good. I always have lovely candles lit throughout various rooms and often deodorize after Husband hikes/goes to the gym, etc. - all in the effort to keep things SMELLING clean, since I can't actually keep my house clean.

So, when this scent hit my nose, I always wondered... was it something from the closet? I'd get a faint whiff of something in that locale, but never found the source, and believe me I looked. Up and down ... in and out - through every piece of luggage and every shelf holding precisely 738 reusable gift bags, never coming up with anything. I thought to myself, well perhaps it was the remnant rank-ness from the Prince's #2 diaper. It wasn't there all the time. Just sometimes and when I smelled it I stopped everything and searched like my life depended on it. Alas. Nothing.

Or so I thought.

Today, I found The Prince sitting too quietly in front of the hall closet, happily rummaging through some plastic bag that he certainly wasn't allowed to rummage through...


and it was full of last year's plastic Easter eggs that I decided to save from last year's Easter baskets, to add to this year's stash of hidden surprises on Easter morn. As I swept him away and started putting the plastic eggs back into the bag for storage, suddenly... I smelled it. The smell ... much more pungent. Putrid, in fact. The funk was something unnatural and stenchy and rotteny and much like the fetor from the city dump, if you've ever had the pleasure of having your father take you there against your will on a "fun" family outing going there.

Let's end the suspense and cut to the chase. The smell... well, it was from an Easter egg in the bag... the REAL kind of Easter Egg.

The edible, capable-of-rotting kind that did inDEED rot and become ... well, I'll let you see for yourself...

Come again? Those little brown things all over the brown shriveled-up egg yolk, you ask? Oh silly - those are maggots. Dead maggots. Rotting maggots in a maggot graveyard of a decaying Easter egg. That's all. No big deal that they were in there for the last year, crawling around almost silently, but a little gooeyish-soundingly in my closet amongst the cute, colorful plastic eggs and brand new PEZ Easter Bunny candy dispenser that was saved for my sweet kids to pounce on this Easter. Ya. No problem! **hair-raising shiver**

All I can say is 1. THANK you sweet little nosey Prince who shouldn't have been in the closet at all... I owe you a little somethin-somethin -- perhaps a free "Get-Out-Of-Timeout" card for tomorrow, eh? And 2. At least NOW I know...

*****UPDATE TO BLOG POST*** Ok, so based on a few comments, I feel I must add something. WHY did I crack open the egg and take a picture? I'm a BLOGGER, people! You know that! My life is a 3/4 open book to you. Had I just tossed it, you (I) would never have known WHAT made that smell for such an extended period of time (maggots and lots of them). So, yes, I may be hardcore, but you appreciate, no?