Jim was out in the backyard when he called me over.
Can you get rid of a dead body while I keep the dogs distracted?”
…he asked and said there was some dead critter by the shed and he didn’t want the dogs to get into it. I went to the garage and got a shovel, gloves, and a plastic bag.
It turned out to be a small opossum and it was still pretty fresh and partly under the ramp into the shed. I got it out with the shovel, scooped it into the bag, and disposed of the corpse in the trash.
I’m basically a varmit undertaker.
And if you don’t go get a shovel – no questions asked – when your “fella” tells you he’s got a dead body to dispose of, well, is it even love?