
Okay, this house had several metal jacks holding it up, and a lot of duct work. This meant that
I had to squirm over and under duct work to get around, and I cut myself more than once on
the metal jacks. I tried to use the flies as a clue to find the animal, but the were everywhere, and
no help. If you think that it stinks worse where the animal is, you must realize that the smell is
beyond putrid everywhere, and that it's hard to narrow down. Plus I'm wearing a HEPA mask.
Because the flies were of no help this time, I had to do some exploratory surgery, cutting holes
in the lining, sticking my head up in unimagineable eye burning stench, and searching. Of course,
I got very muddy, got many flies in my eyes and spiders up my pants, and to top it off, I put a nail
into my head.

After over an hour of pure pain, I finally found the spot. The hundreds of dumb flies were
nowhere near this area, and a sniff inside the trailer home didn't help any. I cut out the dead
opossum. This photo doesn't manage to capture the juices that spill on me.

Just for your viewing pleasure. Apparently some flies did in fact find the bullseye. So did I,
and I can't believe I only charged $125 bucks for this job from hell.