Something unpleasant happens here every spring. The spring thaw. Between about 45 and 55 degrees fahrenheit it smells really REALLY bad in our part of the neighborhood. Like raw sewage. So bad that I dry-heave half the time I'm outside. The kids have been begging to go out and play. Once it hits 60 degrees they start cheering because they know that I'll venture out then. So, we're going out to play today!