So this evening, when I came in from chasing that darned squirrel out of the ash tree into the live oak and up and over the shed roof into the neighbor's cedar tree, I noticed an odor - the odor of microwave popcorn.
And it was the eggs Beta was boiling in a pan of water with just a little vinegar to make 'em easier to peel. Same. Darned. Odor.
It's a good day when I sort out what bothered me about something that should have been so good.