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Dec. 27, 2005 - Nasty Smells

This one time I was camping my way through the Rockies and using my 911 as a 'camping machine' as my Austrian friends say. Some blasted shrew wormed his way into the right hand heat exchanger.

He paid a hefty price for his inquisitiveness.

The next day was moving day and after about 30 minutes a stop at the first town's only red light allowed a cloud of noxious fumes to catch up and overwhelm the open cockpit of the car. I thought someone was burning his brakes. Perhaps the semi in front of me.

Two hours later the same cloud drifted over me when I stopped for gas and I looked around but that semi from the red light was nowhere to be seen.

I sniffed around under the car (yes, literally).

It was pretty obvious what had happened.

I was two weeks from home but it was summer so I didn't need the heater.

I cleaned him out the same way I clean BBQs -- I let the heat do it!

Gross but effective.

By degrees the memory of the shrew faded. While this unfolded I just hoped people would assume some car near me had been abusing its clutch or something.

It's like when you look around, pretending to be offended, after you fart.

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