never forget to bury a dead possum

I went to bury the possum, but it was so late that I couldn't see the poison oak in the animal cemetery, so i gave up until "tomorrow". I promptly forgot, until several 105F days later, the family "mentioned" to me that it might be a good time to bury that opossum. Hmmm, I think they were right. It took me about 10 minutes to dig the hole, then I went out back and got the bagged up possum from the cloud of flies and ignoring the maggots oozing from a tear in the bag, managed to get the thing back to the hole, and in and covered with dirt without puking. I only gagged once. No photos, but I'd say the title of this post spells out todays lesson quite clearly.