In my teens . . .
A couple friends I was fishing with caught a couple dozen frogs as we were packing up our gear.
I had a plastic pail & lid in my trunk for the frogs, and when we got home and unloaded our stuff
the pail had tipped over and all the frogs had disappeared in deep recesses between the trunk
and fender wells. It was a summer hot spell and I figured they would just dry up and
become some kind of inert unseen material.
A couple weeks went by as I only rode my motorcycle and I forgot all about the frogs.
On a Friday evening and the continuing hot spell - I had a date and ran to my parked car
which had sat had sat locked-up since the fishing trip.
In a practiced maneuver I'd run to my car, key in hand, open door, jump into front seat,
close door, put key in ignition, start car, shift to drive, squeal tires, and roll down side window.
All in about a fraction of 1 second.
I don't think I hardly turned the ignition key before I felt trapped and was choking and started to panic.
As the door opened I did a diving forward roll out into the street. Gacking and delirious.
I didn't think anything could possibly smell that bad.
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