Spotless Mandate
Nathen was not the type of man who let things slide, especially when it came to issues relating to hygiene. This is why the mountainous moat of trash circling the yard in his neighbor’s property was so triggering for him.
Spotless Mandate
To make things worse, the local sanitation workers were striking. The foul-smelling bags continued to mount, and Nathen felt that he was close to suffering cardiac arrest. His issues were only starting, sadly. He was about to bring to his limits.
Protesting Essentials
The decaying reek of decomposing food was largely contained by the thick plastic layer, but that didn’t stop everything from staying within the bags and a powerful stench was brimming in Nathen’s garage.
Protesting Essentials
Nathen tried everything, but all the scented candles and air sprays in the world could not beat the monstrous pong. Things would take a primal turn a week later, however. The strike had caused something furry to pop up, and Nathen did not miss it.
