On neighborly stench

I returned to quite a pervasively unpleasant smell in my room, the sort you notice the next floor down and wonder what sort of uncouth individual could wreak such a rotten stench on the rest of us.
Oops.  Heh heh.  My bad.

So I went on a cleaning binge and got as far as moving the refrigerator before finding a furry growth of what had once been cardboard in a small outcropping of other furry somethings that I did not care to identify or recognize.  Good scrub, nice bit of pine sol, and it's all taken care of.

Morning comes around and it has definitely not been taken care of.

Turns out, the refrigerator has a drip pan.  It's in the back, down low, hidden under the condenser.
A drip pan is a good idea, true, especially since it held close to a half gallon, and it's good to keep such things unobtrusive.  It's just that hiding it in the most unobtrusive spot possible in a refrigerator distributed to Thailand--or anywhere else in the humid tropics, where a half gallon of water left to its own devices turns into a gelatinous green mire full of chunks matched in ugliness only by their smell--seems a bit daft.  Or cruel.  Or at the least horribly inconvenient.

But now I know.