It was small, and unopened. I saw the dog and cat illustration and then had the word CREMATORY yelling at me from the label.
And then I put it all together. RIP Sno-Flake.
Being morbidly curious, I donned the sharp-y, stab-y tool.
BAM! Unmarked blue tin, that, when shaken, sounds like it has a bunch of very small pebbles in it. Sno-Flake in granulated form.
It was a tin that was identical to a pint of paint.
Now here comes the interesting part: I just happened to find a very similar unmarked can in the basement, that made the same shaky noise inside. I guess Sno-Flake has a cousin, and I now have a total of 3 dead animals here*.
* Well, if you're counting pets only -- 1 dead horse (buried -- illegally, incidentally -- but don't go looking for it as they stay 'juicy' for a long time, we're told) and two others (dogs? cats?). Trevor also came across 5 petrified and smoked bats in the chimney.
6 comments:
You couldn't make it up, could you? (Why do I always read your blog just when I am waking up and about to have my morning tea? I should have learned by now that there will be another nasty little surprise!)
Oh no, that is freaky. A little bit funny too :)
Oh the horror! I can't believe the things you're finding. How do you not run around that place screaming? I bet you can't wait until all evidence of those people is gone.
$10 bucks says Snoflake was a white himalayan cat! Oh my, I don't think you can find anything weirder than this...I'll wait for the next post :)
Just to add to the grossness, I heard today that most likely there could still be teeth rattling around in that can... (cheaper cremation process for pets?).
I can't make this stuff up.
ps - Sorry PG, I should put a disclaimer on this blog to not eat within 30 minutes of viewing. ;)
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