WARNING: THE BELOW WILL HAVE SOME GRAPHIC DETAIL OF PRETTY SAD AND GROSS STUFF
I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier in the day, but the way to find the source of something stinky is to locate the largest mass of flies.
At least Michael was home when I located source of the smell...a dead cat. Given the state of decomposition, and my queasiness, I didn't flip it over to find out if this was my missing mama cat (the one that abandoned the newborn kittens a few days ago).
This is the 5th animal burial on the property in 2 years, (the 3rd dead critter that I've found) and the first time I ever came close to throwing up.
Michael dug the hole and I picked up the body and carried it to the grave...in mid-route I made the mistake of looking down and noticing the very large gaping hole on the cat's back that was oozing a surprising large and dense stream of maggots...at least that is what I think those little tan creepy crawly worms were. There was also a lot of clear-ish fluid coming out of the wound.
I think it was the maggots that put me over the top. I wasn't doing too badly just carrying the cat, but the sight of maggots (probably combined with the smell since I was now in very close proximity to the source) triggered my gag reflex...and it takes a lot for me to puke.
Hopefully a happier blog next time.
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