I once lived in a beat up trailer in the country and the mice were constantly dying in our trailer. One died in the kitchen and it smelled so bad we couldn't even sniff it out. My roommate went crazy and took the whole kitchen apart looking for it and finally picked up the toaster, turned it over, opened the crumb drawer and pulled out a dead mouse. Then he yelled "I'VE BEEN MAKING TOAST IN THERE ALL WEEK!".
I thought the bread was stale!
