We have a wooden shed behind the house where the Evil Twin keeps his lawn equipment and assorted other household "things" (like window screens, the wheelbarrow, etc.).
The last time he was in there - 2 weeks ago - he noticed there were a metric boatload of flies in there. He couldn't imagine why.
Then he moved the old trash cans he uses for picking up yard debris and found the culprit. A dead squirrel. Still fairly fresh looking, but definitely dead.
I was summoned to the back yard to witness the gory site. I have a keen sense of smell, but I didn't smell anything "off", so I don't think he had been there too long.
The main dilemma was that the Evil Twin didn't want to scrape it up onto a shovel himself. We contemplated calling the neighbors, but in a valiant effort to not appear a complete wuss, he said if I would scrape it up onto the shovel, he would take over after that and discard the deceased over the fence line.
I was okay with that. As long as I didn't have to look at it too long, I could handle the initial scraping. It was a bit "stuck" to the shed floor, but I worked at it and eventually had it ON the shovel. We were both alternately laughing and saying "Ewww" at the same time. It was pretty comical.
The Evil Twin flung Flatimir over the fence line and it landed on a log, just like that, just landed on a freaking tree branch - all flat and stiff and stuff.
After the "send off", we laughed about the absurdity of it all. Later, I went and took pictures. This isn't the greatest shot, but I was balancing on 2 wobbly boards to try to get the closest view (thank goodness for DSLR and a super zoom lens).
Gross!!! It's a good thing I enjoy the macabre and icky parts of life.
This is going to make an interesting (and funny) science experiment. I'll document the decomposition of Flatimir. Of course, I will let you all know if it gets too bad for the normal person to stomach. Chances are, he might be blown off that perch, but we'll see!
Happy Monday, hooligans and welcome to my sick world!