The Rabbit's Hutch

More than 10m away, I can smell the stench of ammonia lingering in the air, as my little sis frantically tries to dispose of all the excretion my old rabbit has produced. The smell brings back unpleasant memories.

Had to clear the rabbit's litter. The new litter apparently could not get rid of the new smell efficiently. Slowly but surely, the stench has invaded the kitchen. At last it became unbearable. I had to dump the soiled waste into a plastic bag. (when I meant soiled, it is really soiled and smelly). For the first time, I felt nauseous and almost Fainted! If you cannot imagine how bad the stench was, try opening ten bottles of ammonia and put them under your nose. I was at such close proximity with the mess; breathing became torture, my eyes watered more than when I peeled onions. I probably broke my personal timing of the longest breath held when clearing the hutch. Even with two surgical masks, I dared not breathe in the highly toxic (according to bio) ammonia gas.

Wondered how the rabbit could endure such stench, since he is living together with his waste everyday. It was a Herculean task clearing the hutch. (literally, I vaguely remembered Hercules clearing thousands of stables in one of his legendary deeds). *-*