Porchkill

Don't blow this up or scroll down if you're squeamish. Last night I went out to fetch laundry from the dryer and found a carcass on the side porch. It was really disgusting, but it could have been worse. It was dry--almost rubbery--and there weren't any insects or rodents in sight.

It wasn't until I shoveled the body into a bag that I could tell it used to be a skunk. Funny thing, it didn't stink. It smelled kind of like raw chicken. If I ate poultry, or maybe even meat in general, I probably would have been traumatized.

Actually, I think this sort of thing happens pretty often to people with pets. Cats bring birds. Dogs bring whatever. But we don't have pets. Odd. I'm not going to obsess over how the body got there, but I am prioritizing mowing the lawn. Recent rain means the backyard has gotten pretty grassy. I've got to control it becomes Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.