This business is a riot; plain and simple. Today my wife phones me to tell me that there is something smelly floating in this pond.

Okay, this call comes from one of our management companies that loves us, and vise versa, so am I going to say NO?

I get to the address and check out the problem. As I'm putting on my arm length gloves and readying my self-made 10 foot catch pole, the next door neighbor makes an appearance. She asks, "Are you going to the pond?" I have no idea what gave her the hint, but "Yes"

She then tells me that there's a bag of garbage floating in the pond and that if I would retrieve it, she would be forever great full.

You already know that this is a large account, so I say, "Show me where it is and I will gladly see what I can do."

"There it is" she says. Me: "I'm sorry ma'am but that is a dead fawn and it is also the reason I am here."

So the fawn has been floating long enough that I can squeeze into a five gallon bucket. "Well, that should help the smell!"

"You're kidding me. Is that where that terrible smell of garbage is originating from?"

"Yes, ma'am, dead animals smell exactly like garbage." "Well, thank you a lot!"

I guess we're still number one with that management company.



S

I can smell that from here! Great tail!

I find it funny that folks doubt I can fold an entire adult deer into a trash bag.

I prefer coyote soup.........