There are a lot of farms near our house. There is a manure pit on one of them. Cow poop. Lots and lots of cow poop. Yes. It is a rather large hole in the ground…. and in that hole is where they put the poop.
Before I go any further, let me say this. I can tell you. Our senses are pretty amazing and keen things.
Each one its own right.
Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Touch. Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC) is credited with the traditional classification of the five sense organs. We have a bunch of different sensory organs which make it possible for us to experience these perceptions.
I truly believe that some of us have heightened abilities when it comes to our senses.
And boy oh boy. My sense of smell seems to be getting more perceptive every day. Now, I accredit much of this to the size of my nose. It is quite large by mere mortal standards. If you have any doubts about this….. check back on Project 368…. just a few days ago. I displayed a photo of my parents. You may notice that each of them has a wide and protruding proboscis. Holy Honkers. Yes. I get the prolific schnozzola honestly.
This all brings me back to the manure pit. Cow poop, especially large quantities of cow poop, which has been accrued in one locale… has a tendency… … not merely to smell poorly… but perhaps… take on a life of its own.
Recently, this has come to an apex. With all the rain we’ve had, the pit had a Big Pit problem. It overflowed. The farmer… the one with the pit… not the one in the dell… decided to pump the pit and spread the contents to the surrounding fields.
Imagine my elation.
Me and my gargantuan nose. Heightened sensitivity.
Truthfully, I don’t think I will ever be the same.
Sometimes, perceptions are so strong, that the senses get crossed.
We were driving by the aforementioned farm one day… during the “pumping” incident. The odor was so intense, I could taste it.
The person who was riding in the car with me… (who I will not name to protect the innocent)… exclaimed at the height of the potent stinky-ness…. “That is the WORST smell I’ve ever heard!” We looked at the pit with scorn.
And there, in that moment, four of the five sense had intertwined…. smell, sight, taste and sound.
I am still trying to figure out how it was the worst smell she ever heard… but I believe her. Personally, I’ve heard a lot of things… but never a smell. I guess it was a really, really loud one.