Dead things, art things, farm things, nature things.
Unfortunately the only photo I have of a carcass that was buried is this one of a roadkill coyote that I cleaned a few years ago and it was only buried for a few months.
Something that was buried for years can take on all sorts of appearances though. If you are super lucky and all the conditions are right, it will be totally down to bones. But what usually happens is it will either become mummified (loose soil that is too hot and dry) or barely rot at all (ground is too hard). The ones that barely rot at all might get a little goopy like that coyote or they might stay practically like they looked when you first buried them. Sometimes they grow white or some other color mold or fungus on them.
13) Have you ever though that you were going to be sick while cleaning something?
I honestly never have. I have a really strong stomach and while I’ve smelled some absolutely atrocious things I’ve never felt like I was going to be sick from any of it.
I started working in the family business of managing rental properties when I was pretty young. Rehabbing totally wrecked houses will definitely help build a strong stomach. When you’ve cleaned out fridges full of rotten food, maggots, and cockroaches or shoveled mountains of dog shit and trash out of houses cleaning a carcass is pretty small potatoes, haha!
11) Biggest mistake you made while cleaning something?
Haha, oh where to begin? I’ve electrocuted myself with bucket heaters, sliced off part of my knuckle while gutting a possum, stabbed myself in the palm while cutting eyeballs out of a wolf skull, splashed maceration soup in my mouth and eyes, and so on.
I guess the biggest mistake I made was the time I decided to use a new four-wheeler to transport some stinky buckets of macerating skulls away from the house and out to the wooded area nearby where I clean the really rank stuff in preparation for some company coming over.
I was still getting the hang of driving my new toy and being that I am really an overgrown kid I was was going faster than I really should have been. A lot faster than I should have been.
There were several buckets on the back end of the four-wheeler containing two wolf skulls, probably ten or so fox and coyote skulls, and a lynx skull. May have been some others too, I don’t remember. Anyway, there I was, with this extremely smelly cargo, driving way too fast, when I hit a bump. A pretty big bump and I hit it pretty hard. Hard enough that all of the buckets went flying. It was a truly horrifying scene. Just this airborne wave of maceration soup and skulls spinning through the air with jellied eyeballs and lolling, rotten tongues.
This all happened in slow motion but I did have enough sense of self-preservation to gun it to get out from under the quickly descending wave of gore and offal before it came down on me. In the end, only the back end of the four-wheeler and one of my pant legs got caught in the deluge. The skulls and buckets all crashed down in the driveway and sent loose teeth and rotten meat flying all over the place.
Oh and this all happened on a day when I was having a yard sale. It was late in the afternoon and I’d figured everyone was done coming by but sure enough, as soon as I got off the four-wheeler to survey the damage a car load of people pulled in. That was certainly awkward.
10) Weirdest find?
I’ve come across some real doozies in the past. And some of them have had such powerfully wrong vibes about them that they stayed where I found them.
Most of you guys have probably heard me talk about some of these before but I’ll go ahead and ramble about them all again.