Well, yesterday Marcos (jarhed) and I spent the better part of the evening looking for a stench that was filling my closet. After cutting several holes in my walls and ceiling we found the source. I guess the opossum I trapped had a sibling and somehow it croaked in the ceiling above my closet. Marcos removed the rotting corpse into my waiting trash bag and the stench quickly subsided. I cannot describe what a rotting opossum smells like but suffice to say I don't ever want to smell anything like that again.
Hopefully they weren't triplets.