When paranoia backfires

My husband says he's prepared, I say he's paranoid.

Our guest bathroom has some sort of horrible toilet/tub plumbing problem.  It reeks like a sewer in there all the time!  We even made it Toby's space, hoping he'd make it smell like him, and not like the sewer.  (Yes, dog smell was more desirable!)

Well, Jason did some research and found out about this trick with chlorine tablets in the toilet tank.  So, he decided to try it.  He went to Home Depot, purchased chlorine tablets and deposited them in both toilet tanks because it's supposed to help "clean the bowl, too." 

Silly me, I didn't read the research, I just trusted him.

I'm guessing the report probably said, deposit one-quarter of a chlorine tablet in toilet tank for maximum effect.  Which Jason combined with his standard "more is always better" philosophy and deposited one full tablet in each toilet tank. 

Within 5 minutes, both bathrooms reeked of chlorine, and by reeked, I mean, so much chlorine in them you could taste it and while you were doing that, it was pulling the hair off your head!

It got so bad after a few days, that Jason even admitted he'd messed up, in his manly, "I don't make mistakes" way. 

"Babe, if I did this again, I think I'd only put half a tablet in each toilet tank."

Again?  Again?

So yes, he still says he's prepared and I still say he's paranoid, and reeking of chlorine.