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At first I thought it was the possums, but the Geege's handy work on the roof seems to have done the trick there.
Then I started to wonder if one of the kids had taken to toileting in the back yard (it wouldn't surprise me). They do love a 'bush wee'.
But on Wednesday, whilst taking the rubbish out to the bins I discovered the real cause of the smell.
A dead rat.
So dead in fact it was stiff and only really recognizable from it's big ratty teeth.
How long do you suppose it takes a rat to go crisp?