Smells Like Someone Peed on a Herring

I'm pretty certain that a small, furry critter of some kind has decided to to turn our master bedroom wall into its own personal little mouse-olium. (See what I did there? That's very punny.)

Our pest control guy says we're basically SOL. All we can do is wait until the little bastardo dries out naturally. Until then, I will be investing in Febreeze, cinnamon brooms, Yankee candles and any other thing I can think of to mask the smell of life's inevitability. Also, my wife will be sleeping on the couch. The smell in the room is so bad it makes her retch.

By the Flying Spaghetti Monster's holy noddle, it f_cking stinks in there.