I've learned through the years that sometimes it is best not to do anything, and problems will work themselves out, or go away.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't.
So we left for a short trip over a weekend to a cooler climate. At home, the thermometer continued to register above 100 degrees.
When we got back home and I walked back in through the garage door, I thought the kitchen area had a mild odor I'd not smelled before.
"Do you think it died?" asked my wife, and I said "Maybe."
The next day, the increasing temperatures and increasing odor told me, "It died." The smell was the strongest in the wall of the dining room. It was a good thing the odor was on that end of the house in the coming days. If it had died above the bedroom where we'd first heard it, we'd have had to move out.
"What are we going to do?" asked my wife.
Then I thought it might be a good idea to look for solutions. My first choice was the easiest--let it desiccate in the wall and the smell would go away. My wife had other ideas, like calling an exterminator. I could see the dollar signs ebbing from my bank account.
She called one , and he was obviously brilliant, because he agreed with me. My youngest son, a muscular, fit 32 tears old, told me I should tear out the sheet rock and extract the corpse, sanitize the area, replace the shee trock, tape and bed it and repaint.
Even my wife didn't think that was a good idea, because she could see me tearing the wall out and then taking forever to put it back right.
"And if you do that, I'm moving out. I don't want to see whatever it is."
So we started burning candles and spraying lysol. Others told us to put out coffee grounds and baking soda in open containers to soak up the smells. We did that, including in the lower kitchen cabinets next to the dining room, because the smell now dominated that end of the house.
We'd come home, light candles, and go to the other end of the house. My wife, who loves to cook, quit cooking. We went out to eat a lot.
And over about two weeks, the smell did start lessening.
I thought the horror was over.
I was wrong again...