This was gross...

Warning:  Not for those with a weak stomach or who are eating.  Consider yourself warned.

Oh. My. God.  An area of my house smelled for a day, the area I work at.  It smelled kind of like diapers and kitty litter.  It was near a window, so I thought maybe it was coming from outside.  That window doesn’t open, so I just figured it would go away.  Then, the next morning, it smelled like what it was, a dead animal.  I figured it was a dead rat in one of the holes in my concrete wall or on top of the wall in the space before the roof starts.  I looked where I could, but I couldn’t find it, so I figured it was outside.  I brought my Dona over to tell me if my gas tank was still full (I don’t know how much it weighs empty, so I can never tell if it’s close to being empty).  I tell her about the smell.  Then, we see it.  On the floor.  A dead rat.  A big one.  It was partly eaten by maggots, and since it wasn’t there before, I can only assume the maggots moved it out of the nearby hole onto the floor.  It was disgusting.  Thank GOD my Dona was there so she could clean it up for me, I probably would have puked.  Just as I was feeling like the dirtiest human being ever for having a dead, half-eaten, maggot filled rat on the floor, she starts telling me of all the times a dead rat in her house as stumped her as to where it was hidden.  One was in the stove part of her oven (she only uses the stove top), one was on the space between the wall and the roof.  She described the hunt, the find, and the removal and disinfecting.  Just a normal part of life, right?