When I was a young and curious lad living on the edge of swampy woodlot I was fascinated by the decay process of small dead animals that one comes across, yet as an adult I find the process disgusting to come upon in a walk and avoid the by distance and redirection of gaze the ocassioned fetid carcass. Yet I still "enjoy" -- find a fascination in -- written forensic descriptions of the process. Fwtw.
I was fascinated by the decay process of small dead animals that one comes across,"
What the heck? Well, that did remind me....
The one thing I'll never forget is coming across a dead cow in the woods while hunting. A friend of mine and I stopped and looked around it to see if we could tell what had happened, and it started moving. Not much, just slightly shaking. My friend put his boot on its hind quarter and gave it a nudge, and it started moving a little more. Then, a Opposum(sp?) came crawling out from inside of that dead cow. We grossed out, laughed, gagged, all the way back to camp. Nasty.