Okay, I can top that, Anse! Once when our son was about 5 or 6, I suppose, back in the days when people still occasionally dyed real egss for Easter, I kept smelling something horrid everytime I went into his room. Of course, I took the Easter basket down from the shelf in his closet, thoroughly rummaged through all that green straw--nothing. Looked everywhere--drawers, under the bed, every nook and cranny. Found nothing. Thinking the scent would eventually go away, I sprayed with Lysol, and left the room. This pattern of behavior on my part went on for at least a week! Check the Easter basket, look in drawers, shoes, pockets, under bed, blah, blah. Finally, after at a week, I found a really, really stinking, rotting egg hiding and tangled in the green straw in the Easter basket!
I'll take the rotten apple, thank you!