One day, as we were innocently watching some tv, a nasty smell started wafting into our noses.  My hubby said it smelled like death.  All I knew was that it stunk.  For about a week we searched the house for the smell.  My hubby actually went down to the basement and cleaned and still didn't find the smell.  Finally, I turned the couch over because I was convinced there was a dead mouse in the couch.  I smelled all over the couch, didn't find the source, but then, out of a strange hunch, I smelled the outlet.  There it was!  The outlet stunk!  That's when I remembered about a month previous to that, we were sitting in the frontroom and heard scratching in the walls.  UGH!  There was a dead mouse somewhere in our walls!  What were we supposed to do?  My hubby wanted to start tearing apart the walls - which I couldn't really blame him since the smell was just awful.  We tried to wait it out for a little while.  We were hoping it would go away.  No such luck.  Finally, hubby started surgery on our house.  Thankfully, the other side of the wall that the smell was coming from was the basement stairs.  So we didn't have to rip apart a wall that could actually be seen. 

And this is some of what hubby found:

Creepy.  Obviously, this isn't the first time this had happened.  Unfortunatly, he still didn't find the source of the smell.  And we are still living with it. It is definitly not as strong as before, but it's still there.  I need to write a book about everything you need to know about before you move to the country.