Years back, a main road near my home was tore up. The entire area was awash in rats, mice, and insects. My hunter cats went so far as to patrol even the neighbors' yards, to kill, and bring the corpses home to me. Why, they'd even sneak in the house with half-mauled Roof and Norwegian rats the size of small cats, to lay at my feet when I wasn't looking. Every morning, one daughter and I would do a "corpse mining" tour of our land so that no one would inadvertently find a corpse with their bare feet. The neighbors venerated my beasts.
I thank God I didn't have to smell these things.
Agnes used to bring us dead critters (and occasionally live ones). When we lived in the woods in Tennessee, I’d have to check to see if she had anything in her mouth before I let her in the house!
This reminds me that I haven’t seen Wednesday this morning. I’d better go look for her.