Everybody told me it was because I had an oil change... which I knew was absurd. I drove around the city with the windows wide open to air out the car, put in scent spheres, sprayed the interior, and nothing helped.
Actually, I had seen a few strange oily brown balls on the passenger seat but thought nothing of it. I just picked them up with a tissue and threw them away. And that faint sound I heard or thought I heard behind me as I drove a few days before that smell? I thought it was my umbrella which had been shuffled when I hit a bump on the road.
I finally brought it in to a mechanic I have known for decades on West 46th Street and he got in and right away said:
“There is a dead animal in here and I will find it.”
He pulled apart the dash and found this big stinking dead rat behind the radio! I never got in that car again.
End of rat story. I hope.
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