Sacrebleu!

We came back from dinner tonight, and something was different in our hotel room. Our bed had been made, the garbage had been emptied, and.... How do I say this delicately?

It reeked.

It was seriously smelly. Like sewage. We looked around and became convinced that someone from the hotel had come into the room to turn down the bed, but then had taken a gigantic poop in our bathroom right before we got home.

It seemed impossible, but the lingering aromatic evidence was irrefutable. Then, it hit us.

THE CHEESE!

We had left the camembert out on the table. It had funked up the entire room, big time. No Bathroom Bandit. Just cheese.

Cue laughter.