My dad has been a taxidermist for 50 years. I grew up in his shop. Done seen and smelled every dead and not so fresh animal there is.
Hunted and skinned alligators and gutted them in the August heat since 1979. None of that ever bothered me. The only thing that ever
bothered me was when my wife was sick in bed and she asked me to change our son's diaper. I started throwing up and couldn't stop. I
wrapped him in a old blanket and carried him across the street to my mom's house, so she could finish the job,all the while I was throwing my guts up .
