My friend who was working in Perth at the time told me he drove past at least 10 totalled Kangaroos on the highway just after dusk each morning. I asked him to bring me back a skull. True to his word, the next week I had in my possession a skull with sun-baked rotten flesh and tendons still attached. I'm not sure which was more putrid; the smell of the deposing roo fizzing away in the bucket, or the bleach itself. My lip turns up naturally just thinking about the experience.
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