But until tonight, I have never changed a litter box. That was always terri_osborne's job. (Just like my job is to throw the garbage and recycling, and also I'm the one who always takes the cats to the vet.) But she threw her back out last night and can't really bend over. And the litter box really really needed changing.
So, with verbal guidance from Terri, I changed the litter.
But hey, I know how to do it now. And maybe the smell will get out of my hands some day. (Yes, I've washed them. Repeatedly. I feel like Lady fucking Macbeth, I've washed my hands so thoroughly, but the smell lingers.)