Cutting a Dead Squirrel Out of the Wall

01.01.2006 - I smelled a bad smell in this apartment, and I knew it had to be some dead varmint. I walked the house, employing a sniff. I entered the laundry room and got a whiff. I sniffed the walls, I sniffed the ceiling, but it was the floorboard I found most appealing. I leaned on down and felt like a hero, because I knew I'd found ground zero. I got my saw and cut out a square, and was promptly greeted with fragrant air. I reached inside and fished around, and a squishy squirrel is what I found. I bagged it and tagged it and named it Muriel, I said a prayer and made a proper burial. Just kidding. I unceremoniously tossed it in the trash, but not before charging some cold hard cash. I patched the hole with spackle pink, and that was the end of the wall squirrel stink.