Some people will eat anything. I never forgot I walked into the locker room at work one day, years ago and there was some guy skinning a nasty possum with his pocket knife in the same sink where I always washed my hands. Then there was the guy I worked with- always reading these survival magazines. He had a garden in his back yard. He'd bring in all kinds of vegetables- carrots, radishes and stuff out of his garden for lunch and plop them down on the table and eat them- he never washed them off. He'd just eat them dirt and all. One day he came in and set down a jar of water with something in it. I said, "My God, Al, what is that?" He said, "I know this is fresh, I seen it killed on the road on the way in to work a little bit ago." It was some animal's heart. The guy only lived about two blocks from the plant. And judging from the size of it I was guessing it was a dog's heart-- maybe a German Shepherd's heart. At work, we warmed our food in what we called "hot boxes"- a metal box with a lid about a foot by a foot with a 100 watt flood light or heat lamp bulb to heat cans of soup or sandwiches with. You would put your food in them in the morning and by lunchtime your food would be hot. He set that jar in the hot box to heat it up and come lunch time he sat down across from me and ate that heart. Like I said- some people will eat anything.
