The warmest room in our house is the half bath on the first floor. The heat pours into this closet-sized space like nobody’s business — and even when the rest of the house is freezing, the tiny bathroom is delightful. Could I put a TV in there, maybe?
This has also become our go-to spot for drying gloves, hats, and soaked running shoes, so naturally when my son came home drenched from lacrosse practice, I neatly arranged his gear in front of the heating register.
The next morning I opened the door toÂ stench so horrid I nearly retched. For a second I though maybe one of the cats peed in there — or ALL of the cats –Â but no, this terrible smell was wafting up from the lacrosse gear.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Under normal circumstances the stuff doesn’t smell great, but it’s acceptable; the application of heat unleashed a monster.
I’ve finally shaken that stink out of my head and learned a valuable lesson about drying athletic equipment:Â if youÂ put wet, sweaty things in a hot little box don’t be surprised when you open the door.