This is not a common affliction here in New Orleans where Lent is welcomed - whether you are Catholic or not - because everyone gorges themselves on boiled seafood every Friday. And where crawfish boils are the main excuse for social events all through the spring.
Why am I sharing this? Because Juannie ate crabs today for lunch and I am dreading the eau de yuck when I get home. No matter how diligently he deodorizes and how much incense he burns before I walk in the door, I can always smell it.
I will, of course, give him a reward for his efforts. He is cute and considerate because he eats them when I am not at home.