Just Call Me Nancy Drew

Last night I woke up at 1 am convinced there was a natural gas leak in the house. 

I never lost my super sense of smell after this past pregnancy, and my keen nose picks up on everything.  This is mostly an annoying super power, but it has come in handy.  Like the times I can smell the baby creating a masterpiece and then decide I need to run to the grocery store at that exact moment so someone else has to deal with the diaper change.  Hehehehe.

But back to last night. 

 I woke Saint Philip up to go search the dark and scary dungeon basement to make sure all was ok, and then outside to check our gas grill, and he came back to report that all was fine. Not believing there wasn't a gas leak, I walked around our house, inhaling deeply, trying to find the source. I kept coming back to the bedroom which seemed to be room with the most distinct odor of natural gas. 

Then I remembered we had eaten cauliflower with dinner. 

And the case was solved.