Fried? Well, yes. Sort of. Actually because it was stuck in the studs with the dryer vent I sort of cooked him, and, yet, not all the way.
We kept smelling something faint yet distinct. A rogue potato perhaps. Something the doggie dragged in? But no... That's not the smell. So, I'm cleaning and moving appliances (finding $$$!) when it occurs to me
where the scent is coming from, but not exactly
what the smell might be. Time to call 'my guy.'
So my guy says he can see through the vent tube. That's good. So he keeps cutting the wall until he sees some lint. No. Wait. Not lint. FURRRRRRR!!!!!!
Oh, my. Who knew such a tiny thing could reek so bad! Too bad it's just a small hole. I was dreaming of new shelves with bins or baskets,, lined! Yes, those swanky lined ones!
