Rick and I have been noticing an unpleasant odor in our house lately. So this weekend we determined to find it. We washed the slipcovers, throw pillows, basket liners, and curtains; scrubbed a wall; vacuumed and mopped under the furniture and appliances; emptied two closets; and cut the fabric off the bottom of the couch to look for dead mice. Finally after several hours, I lifted a cushion off the desk chair and found the culprit: a purple, glittery, hard-boiled Easter egg that someone had sat on, with maggots in it. I’m relieved we got rid of the smell before Julian’s birthday party this weekend, and I’m happy we can stop that senseless cleaning now.