Shane's bathroom has smelled for a week. It started at a wet fart, progressed to "did a cat take a crap upstairs?" and hit rotten-egg/sulfur this weekend. That lovely smell indicated sewer gas.
Carrie and I think we figured it out, though. The water in the p-trap must have evaporated. No one's used it since Charles and Jenn visited for Columbus Day. I ran the bath and the vent. No more smell.
Another lesson brought to you by home ownership 101: Something will give somewhere!
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