Campus Mystery Odor

I knew it was going to be difficult living south of campus rather than across the street. But, there was no way I was going to live in freshmen housing again. Primis? No thanks. So it was a sacrifice I was willing to pay. What's a few more blocks and a thousand more stairs compared to boys who act like girls? I thought it was a fair trade. And I was pretty much right.
I didn't notice it the first few times I walked up the stairs. I must have been distracted by the air shortage in my lungs. Trying not to pass out takes a lot of attention. I remember I smelled it first when we were walking to church. It's BYU, so of course they use every single room for church services. Our building is the MARB. I had my 8 am history class in the Relief Society room and my dreaded Anatomy lecture in the 'Chapel'.
Anyway, as Hilary, the Lindsa(e)y's, and I rounded the corner to tackle the last few sets of stairs, I was overcame by the most offensive smell, even in comparison to my Anatomy lab last year. I thought I was going to see what I ate for breakfast again. I looked around for the culprit, desperate to put as much space between myself and the smell as possible. I spotted a guy who looked like he didn't believe in showering, so I guessed that it was him, and ran away from him. A few days later I was talking to Hilary about it as we approached the staircase. She thought it was someone who decided to take their shoes off. I thought they just had a personal vendetta against general human cleanliness. As we discussed the topic further, a guy behind us piped in. He explained to us that it was a inconspicuous bush, budded with yellow flowers that was hidden by the staircase wall.
Okay, seriously! What IS it with BYU and rotten-smelling plants? It is torture enough to walk up the 150 stairs south of campus. Do they have to add in the smell of feet too?!?