I had enough today and decided to strip my daughter's room, inch by inch. The bed was dismantled and moved out, every bit of junk, every toy, every pair of pyjamas that was found under the bed, every pen, bit of paper, everything.
The dogs were scurrying around wondering what the hell was going on. My little boy came in picked something up and said "Mum, this is stinky!" AND THERE IT WAS! The putrid, stinky culprit!
So, from now on, all Easter egg crafts brought home will be screened at the front door and if they are a food item and not eaten straight away, they're in the damn bin!