I'd still be after him!This brings up another memory of odors from my youth. When I was 7 or 8 years old a friend of mine came running up to me and said "hey, smell this". He had something on the end of his finger so I leaned over to smell it. He shoved his finger clear up my nose and ran off. He had a piece of cat poop on it. I was gagging and hacking so much I couldn't even go after him!