People vary widely in their sensitivity to particular smells. My kids made a "compost jar" for a school project a few years ago. They took some soil, a bunch o

People vary widely in their sensitivity to particular smells. My kids made a "compost jar" for a school project a few years ago. They took some soil, a bunch of rotting food waste, and earthworms and put it all in a jar. At some point, the jar was accidentally got left too close to a window and the worms got crisped and died. It took several days for us to notice. I threw that rotting dark concoction out in the garden. Unbeknownst to me, the dog got out and—like dogs do—decided to gulp that whole pungent witch's brew down. It became very beknownst to me about ten minutes later when she threw the whole thing up on the brand new rug. We're talking a large puddle of hot garbage, rotting earthworms, dogfood, and bile. It was vile. The smell was heart-stopping. I have never cleaned up a mess so fast in my life. Even so, cat poop is worse for me. It will make me gag instantly. Something about the fishy meatiness of it turns my stomach.