Time heals all wounds. Until then, there's blogging.
12 December 2006
As a happy return from vacation welcome, we noticed that the wall outlet our freezer was plugged into had also taken a vacation. What clued us in to this fact? Well, the CSI-like blood trail originating from beneath the appliance was a good hint, but there's nothing better to satisfy the question than the smell of fetid meet wafting from the warmed metalic insides of a chest freezer. Yummy. I had to refreeze the items inside just so I could stand the smell long enough to remove the offending articles -- except for the final bits which were stubbornly frozen in the bloody mess (pun intended), and weren't loosened even after pounding on them with a hammer. As a side note, it feels a little evil to pound repeatedly and furiously on a chunk of flesh while small blood flecks spatter your hands and face. Alas, after digging to the bottom of the freezer I realized that it was ruined since I would not be able to clean the blood that had oozed into the fine cracks where the metal met at the bottom and sides.