What died in here?

Off and on for the past week or so Jeff and I have been grossed out by the smell of our family car. Some days we'd get in and wouldn't notice anything. Other days we'd accuse each other of, well you know, fluffing in the car. But the odor came and went, came and went several times over. We thought perhaps it was from the banana that was accidentally smooshed into the floor mat or that we had left a dirty diaper in the back from our camping trip (we used the back of the Rav for a few diaper changes....classy, I know). Then today, after some thought and investigation I came to the realization that I was at fault for the foul smells that we smelled. You see, I take Benjamin and Osa for a walk most mornings and most mornings Osa does a little jobby (I know, I've been writing a lot about puppy and baby potty happenings lately...welcome to my world). Well after Osa is done with her job, I pick up after her, as all good citizens should do. I use thick plastic odor resistant bags, tie them up and look for the nearest garbage can which happens to be the one located by our garage most days. Apparently I had forgotten to toss Osa's bag of stuff when we got home and left it in the basket located in the undercarriage of the stroller. Don't judge me because I put poo-poo in my child's stroller....it's in a sealed bag for goodness sake and it's not like I make Benjamin ride down there. I'm not sure just how long that particular bag sat in the stroller, but the stroller was loaded and unloaded from the back of the car several times which is why the aroma came and went, came and went. So there you have it. It was my fault, but now that the bag has been tossed I can go back to blaming Ben and Jeff for any other suspicious scents that may arise.