The Intruder

I came home after work and noticed something different about the apartment. Slowly, I set my bag and helmet down. Moving cautiously, I made my way around the inside of the room. When I checked behind the refrigerator, the struggle began...

The change I had noticed was subtle... but strong... and it was everywhere... the smell of sour milk. After tracking the horrible smell to the corner of the apartment that housed the fridge, I discovered that a bottle, jug, plastic container (whatever it's called) had sprung a leak inside the fridge. Milk was everywhere. I cleaned the inside up and thought that was the end of it.

But the smell just wouldn't go away. How was I supposed to know that there was a drain that went out the back... how was I supposed to know that the overflow container had itself overflowed... how was I supposed to know that all that milk would then be slowly "cooked" by the refrigerator heat exchanger?

Yuck... it took me forever to clean that thing out. Basically, I think I made sour cream... or sour cheese... or something sour that wasn't simply milk anymore. It was something gelatinous.

So I think I finally took care of my "intruder", but it wasn't easy.

The weapons...
-washcloth: to scrub accessible areas clean of smelly yuck.
-spoon: to scoop out smelly yuck from areas unreachable by washcloth.
-chopstick: to scrape out hardened milk from areas unreachable by spoon.
-shaving cream: cleaner and smell get ridder of-er (I know I made that word up).
-lighter: to light some paper on fire to create smoke, which then cleaned the air of sour stink.
-toilet: toxic disposal device... I flushed the awful milk ooze to a place where it can't hurt anyone ever again.