Another Katie moment

I was out irrigating last week, and noticed a really nasty smell coming from near my truck when I got back in.

Now, I didn't really think much of it. It's pretty common to find dead fish in and around the irrigation ditch, and in the field. So I assumed that was what I was smelling.

But later, upon entering my truck at the opposite end of the ditch, I caught the stench again. It seriously smelled like something had died and was rotting. I would have sworn it was coming from underneath my truck. I had no idea what it could possibly be.

I sent Brandon a message reading, "I think something died under my truck."

I knew it was quite common for cats to climb into engines, so I thought that maybe a neighbor cat had done that, and I had killed it when I started my truck. Logical, right?

Two days later, Brandon was helping me load a mower into the back of my truck, and he smelled it too. At this point, it was awful.

I had brought a bag of trash to dump when I met him, so he thought it was coming from the trash bag. But I told him I had just loaded that bag a few hours before, and the odor had been present for several days.

I dumped the trash bag just a few minutes later. And found the source of the smell.

I called Brandon to let him know.

"You know how I told you it wasn't the trash in my truck that smelled dead?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, it was trash. Just not that trash. It was a plastic bag of fish ribs and scraps from cleaning those fish we caught last week. I put it back there, but forgot about it, and never made it to the dumpster."

"And here we have another Katie Moment."