Wet plywood.
Seriously. Go get a piece of plywood, throw some water on it and take a sniff. Close your eyes first and have some migraine medicine handy. The flashback was more savage than the dumpster smell.
The plywood the apartment complex used in patching my broken bedroom window is by no means an airtight seal, so I used duct tape to 1) keep the larger shards of glass from coming into the bedroom and 2) prevent me air conditioning the outside. But it turns out I missed a couple of spots so when the rain came at 2AM the smell permeated the bedroom andI woke up with hives and the mother of all headaches.
Damn.
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