Prepoceros

My apartment has, of late, been conjuring up strange smells whose source I can’t determine. When I came home the day before yesterday, the whole place reeked of food—really good food, like a warm chicken casserole or something—but, alas, there was no random hot dinner waiting in my kitchen for me. I haven’t cooked hot food in here in at least a week. I thought it might be coming from food I’d thrown away, but the trash cans all smelt quite different and not delicious at all. Odd, very odd.

Earlier today I baked cookies, so I was expecting the place to smell like caramel and dough and pecans, but just now when I got home I was greeted at the door by a strong fruity smell, vaguely strawberry-ish, like a sweet strawberry pie.

The problem is that (a) there haven’t been strawberries in this apartment in several months, and (b) I took out the trash this morning. Where is this smell coming from? I tried to follow it around but couldn’t, and now it’s gone (or at least I don’t smell it any more). The cookies didn’t have any fruit in them, the only fruit I’ve eaten in the last couple days was a banana, I don’t have any strawberry-y soaps or lotions or anything like that…wtf mate?

Are people coming into my kitchen and cooking when I’m not here? And if they are, could they please leave me a bit of whatever they’re making? Because it smells scrumptious.

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