No matter where I go, animals are dying--hit by cars, wounded by predators or hunters to die elsewhere, poisoned, or whatever. And when anything dies, unless it gets eaten, it starts to rot. I smell 'em out and clean up the mess. That's not just a job--it's a vocation. Who else can boast that by eating dinner they're cleaning the world and protecting people from dangerous pathogens?
I love my life.
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