The STINK of laundry, forgotten in the washer too long (over 24 hours) and gone to mildew. Not in itself too bad, and if I had caught it, that would have been the end of the story.
I wasn’t the one to catch it, though, and it was all helpfully tossed in the dryer. Now it is not just STINK, but cooked STINK.
Sigh… to rewash in the morning.
Now I am finished the laundry (whatever didn’t rot in the machine, that is), but afraid to walk around the house putting everything away because of the scritch, scritch chewing noises from the kitchen.
Now I am tired, and everything aches. It will not feel much better in the morning.