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