Foul air, begone!
My mission, for several months, has been to prepare the RV for an eventual adventure. No real plaas, which reduces the stress level. More of a need to be ready, just in case. A proverbial Go-Box, but actually a Go-Bus.
Winter was long, and reduced the need to “run” the icebox. Redundant. However, a refrigerator is filled with ghosts. And since the weather has improved (no need for mittens), I became aware of an odour. A rancid odour. Also, I had installed smaall electrical (ultrasonic) gadgets to keep the wee timourous beasties at bay.
Don’t jump to conclusions. Nothing dead. However, I decided to attack the source. It was a toss-up between vinegar and sodium bicarbonate; the little “cow in a box” won the coin toss. And so I set off with a mild solution of home chemistry. I removed those two envelopes of soya saauce, and a can of cold brew coffee. Started wiping down the interior surfaces (or the icebox0. And in a lower corder, I found my cupprt. Actually ivolved a cow, at some point. About a half sticck of creamery butter. Winter had kept things cool enough, but the wake-up to spring revealed the redunance. It (no better mame comes to mind) is now in the bin. I’ve decided to revvisit the scene of the crime, tomorrow, but I’m secure in my science. The culprit si gone.
No doubt, there will be something else, going forward. Life is a battle, and strange smells prove that I don’t have COVID (or so I’ve heard). I’ll let you know how I make out.
