spent Christmas eve at my folks place and prefer to sleep in their basement. it’s quiet and I can get into a lot more trouble down there, but most importantly, it’s nice and cool. as opposed to the rest of the house which feels as though it’s kept at a balmy 152 degrees. before calling it a night, headed upstairs to fill up my glass of water and that’s when my mom goes, “it smells like an animal came in the house. do you smell that?”