…if by the “natural” part of the disaster you’ll allow human error and the fact it was so HOT outside that everything melted into a huge, bloody mess all over my garage creating a scene ripped from an episode of Dexter…
I’ll explain…
In my quest for my family to eat better, this spring I bought a 1/2 of a pasture raised cow to last us the rest of the year. If this doesn’t mean anything to you just ignore that and imagine about 500 lbs of meat from Wal-Mart in various cuts and packages in your deep freeze in your garage. I spent a lot of money on this. And then, due to *someone* accidentally leaving the freezer door open- Ben and I have a very mature and respectful disagreement on this topic- over 1/2 of the meat de-thawed and leaked blood all over the garage. I’m calm now, but in the moment I was growling, cussing and throwing bloody meat into trash cans. Some of the blood pooled under the freezer and the overexertion of the freezer trying it’s hardest to stay cool with the door cracked made it overheat and the blood was COOKED slightly. I gag easy. This was so beyond any disgusting mess I’ve ever dealt with. and I have 2 boys. Yeah.
How I disvovered something was wrong was even more disgusting: I SMELLED it. I have a very sensitive sense of smell and that week I even had a sinus infection but still smelled something. I knew something was off from the time I got up that morning so I looked for dirty diapers under the couch, bleached the sink and yet I still couldn’t figure out why the rotting animal smell permeated the house, strongest smelling in my dining room, which shared a wall with my garage. I came up with an elaborate scheme in my mind that the roofers that had finished a few days before had stashed a dead body in our attic and were now on the run! I thought it was plausible until I told Ben. He laughed. Then I went into the garage. Cue the unstable, hyper, irrational angry version of myself to make a dramatic appearance!
I poured a gallon of bleach, rinsed off the meat packages that were able to be saved, and dragged meat into my kitchen to put in my inside freezer leaving a bloody trail on my tile… Yeah, you get the picture. Not pretty. On top of that I had to clean out my inside freezer to make room for the meat that was still good because the freezer outside had to be turned off or it would have overheated and broken. You’d think the story was over at this point, right? NO.
The house still smelled. As it got hotter outside, the smell intensified until I felt like I was going to throw up. It smelled like a rotting carcass STILL. What was going on? Ben discovered it when he got home… the blood had soaked through the baseboards in the garage INTO THE HOUSE.
Ben pulled back the carpet and it was soaked about 8 inches in… water and blood. BLEHHH. We pulled it up, threw it outside. It immediately smelled better! Then he had to pull up the carpet pad, nail boards and baseboards! UGH! Luckily it didn’t get into the wall- I don’t know how, but everything is easily fixed and replaceable. It’s super annoying though.
Unfortunately this happened the day before we left for vacation. 
We’ve been home for a week, I hope we get some resolution with this soon! I’ll post picture of the new floor, what ever it ends up being.