For about 4 or 5 weeks, there has been a HORRIBLE smell somewhere in the kitchen. Mind you that my family is Hispanic, so a clean house is top priority 24/7. Our house ALWAYS smells like either detergent, PineSol, or some kind of scented wax.

Or all 3 at the same time.

When my mom cooks, we open up all the windows and spray the house with Febreeze afterwards so it smell clean again.

So to try to get rid of the smell, my mom and I have deep cleaned the kitchen.

BUT THE SMELL GOT WORSE AS THE DAYS WENT BY.

You can imagine how frustrated my mom was when she came home from work to smell that.

So we called our landlord (we'll call him Max) and he said he would check it out later this week.

Now, the smell SEEMED to be coming from one of the cabinets below the counter, so my mom took all of the bowls out and put them somewhere else.

THE SMELL WAS STILL THERE.
 
  We started to think it was a dead animal under that part of the house, so Max crawled under there and tried to find it.

Nothing.
  
So he came back outside and said that he would remove the bottom of the cabinet to see if it's IN it, but he had to take care of some things first.
 
So my mom cleared out the drawer ABOVE that cabinet and took out the basket with the silverware.  

The drawer next to it was full of ZipLoc bags of different sizes, so she didn't clear that out.

Finally, the time came where Max would "end our suffering and find the horrible smell."
 
He took apart the bottom of the cabinet, and as he was doing that, my mom got one of those "only-a-mother-would-think-this" kind of thoughts, so she cleared out the ZipLoc drawer too.

***sighs profusely***

***facepalms and shakes head***

I hope that no one from my church reads this, otherwise I would be tortured with teasing for the rest of my life.

My mom....
Beautiful and full of Godly wisdom...

FOUND...

A VEGAN CHICKEN HOT DOG.
IN A ZIPLOC BAG.
AT THE VERRYYY BACK OF THE DRAWER.
 
So my whole family freaks out a little, and Max just laughs and fixes the cabinet back to what it was and cleans up the mess.

Then I hear my mom yelling my name.

I was in the shower while ALL OF THIS was happening.

So I rush out, get dressed and walk out with PURE INNOCENCE.

I get a good scolding.

I have to be VERY CAREFUL when I cook because then...

This stuff happens.

My mom told me she was SO EMBARRASSED, and that Max even took a picture of it to show his family back home.

The truth is, I don't even remember using hot dogs to cook.

Oh yeah, I used it to try to make Mac and Cheese with them like 5 weeks or something before. It...didn't turn out too well.

How did it end up in there tho?

Then my dad scolded me too. He told me to gather all of my thoughts together and focus on cooking. Not saving the world while riding on a turtle or something.
THEN when I'm FINISHED, he told me I can start dreaming again.

Anyway... moral of the story is...
Don't put hot dogs in ZipLoc drawers. You won't find it for another 6 weeks.

Oh! Here's a picture I drew of the cabinet. It looks like my youngest sister drew it, but no matter.