Turns out it was MY apartment.
Yep. Turns out ol' Annie here put Doodle's fakakta food bowl soaking in water on her stovetop before she left for work. Annie's stovetop is a stove: a pilot light sits delightfully lit beneath, rendering it a veritable Friskies Moldy Meaty Bits Air Freshener, filling the air with moldy meaty bits for close to 12 hours.
I was so embarrassed I sprayed Lysol in the hallway. And Lysol smells like puke, considering it's generally sprayed when someone does puke, so the whole experience is terrible. For everyone. Everyone except Doodle, who was probably wondering for 12 hours, "When's dinner ready, already?"
Who wants to come over? No? Me neither. Ok, who wants to gag? Me too.
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