I'm sitting up here in my room with the laptop - gagging on the atrocious smell of mutilated popcorn. It's a wonder the smoke alarm hasn't gone off. (maybe we should check the batteries?)
Michael put a small bag in the microwave for a large bag's worth of time. It stinks. He's sorry, though. Very sorry. Our back door is wide open. It's 33 degrees outside. We have a large box fan on high attempting to blow the smell out to the back yard.
I don't think it's working.
I think we're going to be smelling this for days. There's no escaping it.