Something smells like cooch, and it isn't me

Devon asked the other day, "What smells like cooch?" I figured it was me, since I DID need a shower. But even after I showered, the smell lingered. It didn't follow me, though. It hides under my desk like a stealth cooch.

Perhaps not surprisingly, Fitz also spends a lot of time under my desk. I got her bathed, and the smell remains. I was brave enough to risk a quick sniff of her dog bed. Not Fitz.

If anyone knows what's up with the dirty ninja snatch hiding under my desk, please let me know. I've accounted for two actual cooches under that desk, and so far, no dice.