Not cow shit, but I woke this morning to an absolutely horrid smell emanating from my kitchen. Some time in the night or the early morning a rat died in the walls of my kitchen. It smells like, well, it smells like something died. It is putird and nasty and there's nothing I can do about it but wait until the ants dismantle the fucking thing and take it back to wherever it is they go.

When I was cooking lunch (shark curry), I was almost overcome with nausea and couldn't stay in the kitchen for more than a few minutes before the urge to throw up was so overwhelming that I had step out into my room.

At least the smell isn't so profuse (yet) that I can smell it from my bedroom. But who knows, after a day of cooking in the hot Samoan sun, the dead rat carcas smell might infect my whole place. Lucky me.