So I am afraid of many things and if I had the energy would likely develop some OCD's about germs as they pertain to dead animals and public washrooms. As it stands they just creep up once and a while. Today was one of those days.
My son decided he'd like a pet mouse - not altogether unappealing since I generally sort of like rodents but - this one was not a pet store type of thing and it was DEAD. My friend Kathleen's cat killed it and left it as a gift for her on her porch. She chucked it onto the lawn and my son decided to go say hello to the rotting carcass - I couldn't stop him - he was petting it. I threw a fit like some crazed lunatic - I blame my Mother for this reaction. (Although in her case - my brother was pretending to be a cat and had the dead mouse in his mouth.) I bleached him from head to toe. I think he might live.
As I was heading home I noticed a lot of roadkill on the side of the highway and it got me thinking about people who remove them - for a living. What do you suppose their table conversation is like? I watched an episode of Trading Spouses once and they ate road kill for dinner. It was appalling. Not only was it roadkill - it had been their pet turkey. And then they told the visiting spouse what/who she had eaten. She nearly threw up. It was all very amusing.
When we were in highschool my friends and I were in a car rally.... and one of the items on the list of "Things to Find" was roadkill. I remember scraping a dead squirrel off the side of the road with a shovel - you wouldn't believe how hard I had to work to scrape that little bugger up! Worst of all they didn't even look in the bag to verify that it was indeed roadkill! I was indescribably proud of that little carpet - and the fact that I managed to keep him in one piece... no small feat.
This reminds me - my Mother was cleaning out her pond last week and a squirrel bubbled up from the bottom. Nearly gave her a heart attack. Then she put it in 500 bags and into the garbage can - where it sat fermenting for 5 days until the garbage man came. You could smell it all the way down the street. Hideous. I actually hid behind a curtain spying on the garbage men to see what their reaction would be -(because I'm childish) to their credit they didn't even flinch. Made me wonder what the worst thing they ever found in a garbage can might have been.
Sweet dreams blogfriends.
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There was a dead mouse n my Aunt's wall once. They almost had to rip the house apart to get rid of it. One little mouse = one big smell.
Sarah
That actually happened at my Grandparent's house. They had to rip out the kitchen cabinet to get it out. The smell WAS awful.
horaay, I can post again (darn Blogger.com). You seem to have a long and checkered road kill history. My only real experience was in high school when my biology teacher complimented me on my ruthlessness in killing mice, so I brought a road kill the next day to impress - didn't work out as well as I hoped.
Why doesn't that surprise me. lol.
The only roadkill I strictly avoid is the feline variety. Last time my little girl saw kittycarnage on the road, it took me a while to bring her up out of her funk.
Your point about 'the worst thing the garbage man's ever seen/smelled' made me think about that too. Poll maybe?
Poll indeed. How shall we go about it? Maybe make a short questionnaire and paste it about on garbage cans... this is getting complicated. Anyone know a garbage man? (I always tell my kids that they are sleeping... wrong but - it works for now. Too bad my son is getting wise to it.)
I should clarify. Not the garbage men (sleeping) the roadkill.
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