So the Little Green Car is back home from the body shop, sparkly and shiny and fixed. The grand total for the fender bender: $2,500 and some change. It could have been worse; say, if the axle had been hit. But. Even though the body shop did a spanking job, and even detailed (sorta) the interior, one thing remains. The Smell. Y'see, OmegaDotter likes these. Oh, they are so cute. They're packaged just right for little kiddos to love, with these cute little red wax wrappers underneath the red crinkly "cellophane". So she occasionally gets them (correction: GOT them) in the car. And she unwraps them in the car. And she eats them in the car. Partially. Somewhere in the Little Green Car, there is either a wax Baby Bell wrapper or a half a Baby Bell itself. When I picked up the car from the body shop, all the windows were closed. It had been sitting in the sun. I opened up the door... ...and staggered back, assaulted by The Smell. We've been avoiding this particular problem by having the windows cracked open almost all the time; the dry winter has been quite helpful in this respect. A good airing, the breeze blowing through the car when we're on the highway, no windows closed all the way--The Smell stays at a tolerable, almost subconscious level. But I think it's time for a pricey detailing session. Even Wallace wouldn't be happy with The Smell.