Sean Bossinger’s Doings

Wet hay, on the other hand, is something that I would prefer not to revel in.

Day old wet hay, even worse.

Two nights ago (when Rita was pulling away from here, and still dumping rain on us), either me or my wife, hit the remote button to open the trunk on our car. Usually this results in the lid opening about one inch. Unfortunately, with the wind, the lid blew open, allowing the trunk to get wet. It didn't SEEM soaked when I caught it at 5 in the morning.

This just happens to be the same car in which we haul the hay for 's horse. So there were hay remnants in the boot.

Yesterday, the smell was there, and I figured “okay, I'll need to clean this out.”

Today, I got in the car and could not breathe. Seriously. Until I opened the windows, and even then…

So now I'm wondering: “Is the smell permeated through my clothes?” and “Should I go to the locker room to change?” (I keep two sets of clothes here for when I ride my bike).

When I arrived at work, I tore out the whole “carpet” covering the trunk… it was still wet. I also threw away the vinyl table cloth we would normally keep back there to hold the hay when we travel.

Let's see if that gets rid of the smell.

UGH!