Today was my last day of picking up roadkill.
I was half hoping for some grossly disgusting carcass to generate an interesting final story... but no luck. Today was a busy day and some calls were pretty messy, but nothing really that outstanding in comparison with the rest of my summer. I'm staying on for the next month to help with getting dogs licensed but I can't see that being nearly as exciting to write about.
Sadly there are still so many untold stories. I tried my best to keep this updated but some things just happened so often that I didn't think to write about them at the time.
For example, getting stuck in the Freezer of Death.
So the freezer's pretty big (to fit lots of dead things in, sometimes including deer) and you have to walk into it. Carcasses get stored until there's enough for a load to be cremated. It's kind of like doing laundry... you don't throw a lone pair of socks into the machine to be washed. (And of course by washed I mean incinerated and by socks I mean dead squirrels).
Problem being that the door to the Freezer shuts behind you, not often opening on your first push. It can be rather unnerving to be there...
In a freezer
Full of dead animals
Alone
Unable to get out.
Ah, some things never got old. No matter how many times it happened, there was always the brief flash of panic when the door would shut behind me with a dull thud.
Keeps you on your toes!
Well, that's all for now! We'll see if any stories generate themselves from licensing!
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