Zyada, I had a similar experience. WARNING: hurl factor rating = 10!!!
When I was teen, there was cement pipe factory near where I lived. I used to go into the stock yard there and fool around. It was fun because it was like a giant maze of stacked concrete pipes.
I came around a stack one day, near the center of the place. I don’t think I had ever been that deep into the “maze” before. Then, I saw it…
There was dead deer lying on the ground. It was a really BIG deer. It had probably gotten lost in the maze and couldn’t find it’s way out and starved to death.
It was a grisly sight. The entire half of the deer that was facing skyward was completely devoured away exposing the ribcage and innards. Then, I noticed it was moving. Not only was it moving, but I heard a LOUD sound like lots of bacon sizzling. I took a few steps closer, and saw that the enitire inside of the carcass, was swarming with literally MILLIONS of maggots. I ran out of there as fast as I could.
God, that was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life. Remembering that just made me physically shudder and get goosebumps. aaack
The thing with the deer and the maggots? Happened to my best friend. Only it was a dead pig, and she was riding her bike, and she HIT IT with her front tire.
The girl was just describing it to me, and I got sick to my stomach.
Oh GOD. Zyada, I feel your pain. Less than 2 months ago, our Great Dane was caring for/atoning for her sin of chasing down, the most adorable little baby squirrel. A fat
furry little ball. Staggering, teeny spot of blood on right eye, but no other visible damage. He was kinda out of it-dont know if he fell from a tree or was “dogged”, but seemed like he might pull through. We had a box with warm clothes to nestle in outside, along with some water and a seed mix that he would munch on.
Day 3, my BIRTHDAY, I get up to check on little PinPin, to whom I have become a bit attached. He is a little more playful and jumpy than usual. Thinking that maybe its time to send him on his merry way, I scoop him up in my palm.
He nestles and burrows his little head against my hand, which is really cute until he shifts to reveal that his little right eye socket is alive and bubbling with
MAGGOTS MAGGOTS MAGGOTS!!!
Ugh ugh ugh oh God.
But do I put him in a paper bag, crank up the Mazda, and hold him up next to the exhaust pipe?
Nope. Snow White here buys $20 worth of squirrely little
antibiotic creams, gels, gauzes etc, and proceeds to try to
extract squirming maggots from a rodents eye all afternoon.
They were too far in, though, which explains his jumpiness.
i think they were literally getting into his brain.
No birthday dinner for me, as I could not eat, only dry heave, for 3 days.
Thankfully, PinPin died late that night.
Cute little thing, but the NASTY image just wouldnt leave!!!
Nothing is more fun than stepping barefoot out onto the front porch at 6:30 in the morning (to get the newspaper) and stepping on half a mouse that the cat must have caught the previous night. It’s even more fun hopping on one foot as fast as one can through the house and up the stairs to the sink to scrub off the lovely sickly greenish squashed mouse inestines off the bottom of your bare foot. Then it is necessary to scrub the porch of squashed mouse organs and dispose of the remaining mouse parts as soon as possible. Yay.
Stupid cat…
One summer I worked in Alaska on a fish processing boat. A few images continue to haunt me–
I was cleaning up the area near a conveyor belt and noticed a dead fish back underneath. I reached down to pick it up and it was so old and decomposed that the chunk I grabbed came up with my hand, leaving the rest of the fish where it lay and a malodorous mess in my hand;
I saw something yellow and squirmy sticking out of the anus of a big salmon going down the belt. What I pulled out turned out to be about a 25 foot tapeworm;
I woke up in the middle of the night to see one of my drunken co-workers had gotten lost on the way to the restroom and was calmly urinating a huge stream onto another co-worker who was groggily awakening to a wet face, bedclothes, and a still dripping member;
but the nastiest task of that summer was “brailing,” which involved climbing down into the hold of a fishing boat, while standing hip deep in fish gore, reaching down into the bloody water and trying to find the few remaining fish that the vacuum tube had missed, sometimes coming up with parts of fish that had been severed by the strong vacuum. yuck.
Did anyone mention finding a piece of unidentifiable road-kill hanging down from the undercarriage of your car? ewwww!
How about accidently stepping in a pile of human excrement while looking for a place to take a leak at one of those rest areas without restrooms?
Try cleaning out a house that people had lived in for 26 years. And NEVER cleaned up. Ever. Oh, and the toilet had been broken for about a year or two. So, they decided to use any handy jar, tea pitcher, or coffee can. And they left them at the house when they were evicted. In the closets, the bathtub(which also didn’t work), and in the hallway.
Oh, not to mention that the oven had been broken for years, but still had a fish dinner in it. Wrapped in plastic, that my brother decided to open. :eek:
The only live/shouldabeendead thing I’ve ever seen was a pigeon walking around downtown. With no scalp, and the top part of its skull missing. He kept wobbling down the street, falling in the gutter and getting nasty street water in his head.
<Blech> Ok. I think I’m going to lose my cookies, remembering that one.