Sometimes if you have a reputation as a “nature enthusiast” your friends expect you to jump at any opportunity to perform some icky task on their property.
“Go find where that awful smell is coming from,” my friend Connie directed. “Some critter must’ve croaked. Please dispose of it, O fearless Nature Girl.”
Oh sure, fearless maybe, but I still have a delicate sniffer. I let the dog guide me—dogs just adore smelly discoveries. But the dog had no hits except for some rotted fruit.
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