Only the nose knows

Superman is able to see through walls.

Spider-Man can detect things with his Spidey-sense.

Me? I can smell something in the next county.

Yes, it’s true. I am Super Smell Woman (not to be confused with the significantly less appealing Super Smelly Woman). I can detect unseen mold under a bathtub mat. I can sniff out spoiled milk from behind refrigerator doors. I am Super Smell Woman; hear me snort.

Like any superpower, this particular trait is sometimes a gift, sometimes a curse. It’s not a bad thing when the smell in question is something good like flowers or fresh-baked cookies. Most of the time though, it’s super nasty.”The dog did something bad downstairs,” I inform my husband as we lie in bed.”What are you, Kreskin?” he asks.”I can smell it.”

At that point he knows it is his job t