There are two reasons. This is the first:
Ben got me these paperwhite bulbs this fall. My mom planted them in a nice pot for me when I had my surgery, and they bloomed beautifully, just in time for Christmas. They're so pretty and make me so happy every time I pass my dining room table. The only problem is...
They smell like urine.
It took me a couple of days to realize what was going on. I kept thinking, "Did someone leave a dirty diaper out somewhere in my dining room?" I kept checking the bathroom to see if someone forgot to flush...and then I realized it was my paperwhites.
The second culprit of nasty smells is this:
So now my house smells like a cross between an outhouse and my old Salt Lake City landlord's apartment. (And he was a pothead. I'm just sayin'. There are a lot of potheads who happen to like incense....)
There is a light at the end of this stinky tunnel, though. The paperwhites look to be almost done blooming. Then I can pull them out, keep the bulbs, and plant them outside this next fall. I'll plant amaryllis inside next winter instead or something. And Ben is wanting to take the ugly, many-headed, smelly dragon to work. Be my guest, dude. Be my guest. I really hope he doesn't try to burn incense in it there, though. I don't think any office would take too kindly to that...