Can't ya smell that smell?

I woke up at about 3:30 last night and became aware of an odd smell. It was like a combination of overheated electronics and rotting fruit, with a touch of mold. I searched all over the van trying to figure out what it was. I stepped outside to see if the aroma was blowing in from somewhere else. No luck. But the smell was fainter, and it hadn't killed me (yet), so I went back to bed.

Today I figured out what it was: the bandaid on my finger. Dear Johnson & Johnson...