When my boyfriend had his cat-skinning job, he had some horrifying stories about parasitic worms trying to depart the dead cats' asses. Part of his job was to give the dead cats enemas so that schoolkids wouldn't have to deal with cat shit during a dissection. Overspray, droplets on your face, etc.
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Aug 25th, 2009, 02:08 PM
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Originally Posted by Kitsa
When my boyfriend had his cat-skinning job, he had some horrifying stories about parasitic worms trying to depart the dead cats' asses. Part of his job was to give the dead cats enemas so that schoolkids wouldn't have to deal with cat shit during a dissection. Overspray, droplets on your face, etc.
Oh my god! That sounds like something Tim Burton would put in one of his movies!
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