NEW DEVELOPMENT
After a hearty meal of chedder-and-jalapeno brauts, BBQ chicken breasts, and (a little later) mac 'n' cheese, my large intestine filled with noxious gas and proceeded to deprive our bedroom of oxygen last night. It got so bad that my wife actually left and went into the guest bedroom. The cat followed her. The dog followed her. When we all woke up, she claimed that the entire house smelled like ass, and that this is the worst it's ever been.
Windows were opened. Doors were shut.
Here at the office, I have continued to provide an ideal environment for anaerobic bacteria. It really isn't stopping. Every few minutes, the terrible fumes refresh themselves, much to the chagrine of my co-workers. Two of them have left, probably for a meeting, but possibly because they can't inhale.