My stepson just graduated from Boot Camp and recently came home on weekend leave with a Marine buddy. All went well until the day after they left and I just couldn't put my finger on . . . that smell.
Every time I walked by my son's bedroom where they had slept I got a whiff of rancid cheese, smelly feet, and a little cat urine. I picked up my favorite blanket that the Marine friend had used and sniffed it, bracing myself for the worst, thinking it could have been his feet leaving behind the odor. Nope. Thank God, because I would have never used that blanket again.
Then I got down on my hands and knees and started sniffing the air mattress he slept on. Clear. I smelled the sheets and the bed my stepson slept on and that was not it. Then something caught my eye. A Marine Corp. issue sea bag with the name of my stepson's friend stenciled on it sat, stuffed full, in the corner of the room. How did he forget that?
Oh, Lord, that was it! My husband was brave enough to open it and I swear I saw green fumes. The culprit was a set of dirty desert cammies crammed on top of a bunch of other clean uniform pieces.
Just think of how gross your workout clothes smell after a hard workout. Now, take a teenage Marine wearing the same uniform for a week, taking it off still wet with sweat, and stuffing it in a bag that doesn't breath for a few more weeks. Oh, then leaving at your buddy's parent's house.
I closed up the bag, dragged it down to the garage and sprayed it with a potent mixture of Fabreeze and Lysol. Then I used the same mixture to get the smell off my hands!
My husband was kind enough to take out that stinky uniform and wash it. Twice. Then he hung it outside in the sun and squirted it with Lysol. People, it was finally clean, but still smelled!
My stepson returned home last week with two different buddies. The first thing I said to him was, "Your buddy Jeff left his smelly sea bag here!"
"I know," he said. "I have been trying to get him to wash that for weeks."
His new friends smelled much better.