If you’re anything like me, your couch has been through it. Movie nights, lazy Sundays, sick days, snack accidents, a bit of everything really. And yet, I didn’t give it a second thought until I plopped down one day and caught a whiff of something funky. Not terrible, but not great either. Kind of like when you forget there’s laundry in the washer. That’s when I realised: I wasn’t cleaning my couch nearly enough. And honestly, once I looked into what lives in the average sofa (hi, dust mites and old food crumbs), I couldn’t un-know it.