My father-in-law the retired mechanic was helping my sister-in-law clean her car, which she wants to sell. It’s got a lot of miles on it so they were getting it really clean inside and out.
Then they opened the hood to clean in there, and [in order to fully appreciate this next bit you should know that when they were kids, my wife used to terrorize her younger sister by reminding her that she had a skeleton - she had bones, right inside her own body! An idea that freaked her out.] they opened the hood and there was this, well, I’ll let my father-in-law tell it:
“This dead animal.”
They weren’t sure what sort, exactly. Four legs and a tail. Fatter than a weasel.
It had been there for a while, but then again not so long. “It wasn’t too decomposed,” said my father-in-law.
My sister-in-law ran away eeking. “Dude,” I said to him. “Take it to the taxidermist and give it to her for Christmas!” I had visions of it in a little suit, you know, with green visor and a royal flush in one paw. But alas, he’d run it out to the dump.
how can you not know you had a dead animal under your hood, wouldn’t the decomposing animal smell come through the vents?
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“We’ve invested just over $2000 in getting this dog’s butt to a) work correctly, and b) straighten it. I’m not kidding. One of the surgeries left him with a crooked butt, and the last surgery was done to fix the original problem (for the third time) an…
Dunno. Maybe it was still too fresh. It’s been winter around here, maybe she had her vents closed. But yeah, you’d think…
one time my coworker drove like 50 miles with a kitten in the engine compartment. at work there was a big dog next door kept barking at the car. investigating this, we find one scared cat. a little smoggy, otherwise fine.
i have a dead bee the size of a kitten on my compter table.