The room I rescued you from? The lady must've been really pissed off about it

Oh, geez. I'm sorry. I left a message on the room phone from the front desk the following morning, and e-mailed her when I got back, but no response. (Maybe telephony cannot penetrate the League of Extraordinary Olfactories.) I'll e-mail again, because I honestly didn't mean to offend -- they were asleep and tucked in their beds when we popped in. They would have been disturbed, and I couldn't have watched Mythbusters, which would have been a mythfortune. (zing!)