Twenty years ago a messy day at work, which was managing a fine bone china shop - meant that I spilled a box of packing peanuts in the backroom - or gosh forbid - that someone broke a few pieces of china or glassware.
Yesterday Mark and I dragged 32 dogs through a relatively fresh 'gut pile' that a hunter left in the middle of a trail. I thought it was a moose, as it was HUGE but Mark figured that the lungs (which two of his dogs dragged quite a way down the trail) were too small and it was just bloated deer remains. Either way it was pretty stinky and messy.
Hector managed to roll in the stomach and is still covered in blood and stomach contents.
I don't quite remember if packing peanuts smell - I can assure you gut piles do!!