As soon as I enter the house it smells like a combination of Les Strouds' feet and 3 year old pumpkins. At first I thought it was the dog. The babies have figured out how to use the kitty door and are bombing the garage. Then I track it in the laundry room and leave my shoes there. In 10 seconds it's going to smell like a Hawiian breeze. Thank you, Glade.