So my son and I were sitting around talking about things I’ve seen in my career. He’s worked with me a for awhile and on any normal day you can be treated to some really wild things. The conversation eventually turned to what was the GROSSEST thing I’ve ever seen and that kind of took me back. To be honest I couldn’t really decide because there have been so many disgusting, putrid, sickening and gut-churning scenes I’ve been privy to over my many years that for me to pick one would be impossible. I also think this may be something subjective and what might turn my stomach might not phase you at all. So below I’ve narrowed it down to my top 2 most repulsive things I’ve witnessed.
Now I know I’m not the ONLY guy or gal in this business that has seen completely grossed out things so I’d love to hear yours. Just read your choices, vote and then make sure to give us an account of something you’ve seen that made your knees buckle or got your lunch churning. Consider it therapy or a cleansing of the soul and a chance for you to vote on your, eh, emmm- uh, favorite.
Gross Scene #1-Tipping The Scale
At an open market years ago me and a team of techs were waiting for some keys to open the gated doors of a butchers shop which was part of a very large job. Security had just turned down most of the lights
across this very big market place but we were able to still see just fine. At that point however every creature that spent the day hiding in seclusion suddenly came alive and we began to see rats galore scurrying to their favorite booths trying to get first dibs and the 1/2 walls of the open food booths slowly filled with crawling roaches looking for the same. But the worst scene for me was just on the other side of the of the butchers caged doors. There was a meat scale that wasn’t clean by any means but didn’t seem bad at all either. The electronic weight was still on and slowly the roaches began climbing out of the body of the device and within minutes the entire metal tray used to weigh your cheeses and meats was absolutely covered with a frenzy of feeding roaches and more just kept coming. We just stood there in amazement and gawked at the spectacle unable to even say a word. The topper to it all was that the the scale that once read 0.00 in a green LED light was now REGISTERING WEIGHT! I wish I would have written down just how much it was at the time but I’m sure it wasn’t more than just an ounce or two. Come to think of it, that’s just about the weight of your average slice of meat or cheese! Yummy.
Scene Two-Playing Opossum
This happened this year and maybe that’s why it’s eh, fresh in my mind. I don’t do good with smells at all and I hate with a passion tracking down corpses for removal. If you call me out because of a smell it’ll cost you and I don myself with gloves, glasses, suit and a mask and still I almost loose it almost every time. The rotting flesh stench filled the small mobile home and I determined just about where I’d need to crawl up under the house to find the source. God I was hoping it was a small rat or squirrel that I could quickly find and put in my trash bag but the smell was so strong it might as well been a moose. Oddly enough I couldn’t get a fix on the smell as I crawled the tight underbelly of the home. I had to pull my mask away from my face to try and hone in on it but after about 20 minutes I was ready to give up. The insulation under a trailer is usually held in place with black plastic and there was one spot where it seemed to bow down more than the rest. Sure enough when I tapped on the spot it was a solid thud and I knew I found my mark. Tightening my mask and positioning my bag and body for a quick retrieval and even quicker retreat I used my razor knife to cut loose this stench from hell. As my blade made it’s slice and the fabric separated thick gray hairs instantly protruded forth. As the cut widened maggots began dropping to the ground and the wave of rotting meat hit me like a ton of bricks. This thing was huge and of course it got hung up a bit and I had to work it out cutting more slits 
until the massive dead beast flopped to the ground with a thump and every stage of maggots spilled forth and flies filled the air. I just about lost it there and closed my stinging eyes and tried to think happy thoughts. That damn thing wouldn’t get in the bag and I ended up dragging it out by the tail. The ooze and rotting insides were more than I could take and using one arm to crawl out of my cavern wasn’t working at all. To get out faster I pushed this dead weight ahead of me but to the side and I left a trail of maggots and liquified flesh in the dirt all the way out. It took about ten minutes to regain my composure and driving away I couldn’t help but wonder if I could some how cross train a termite sniffing dog to help me avoid this kind of gross thing from ever happening again.
