My Freezer ~ Part Two .....

  Good god. Well, today, at last I took out and disposed of what's been effectively log jamming my damn freezer for the last five years.

  Somebody had finally taken a genuine interest in it. So, we'd made plans. I'd boxed it up, ready for the courier. Thus, with this fucking great, stuffed box in there? I was fucked.  No room what so ever.

 The plan was then, to take it into town and come back without it. I'd be bringing back my Dog meat and that would go into the space the box had occupied. Then, the interested party had to call off at the last minute. 

  That was it then. Me, completely fucked. Freezer chock a block with this package. Dog meat due. This was obviously fate. I ucked the box out. Removed its contents and took a walk to the river. 

  Came back here and gazed, balefully, into my now half empty freezer. I prodded a couple of large bags ~ obviously full of dead mice. Noted the various, ancient forms of flesh in there. Put there for, and now good for nothing what so ever but, use as bait .....

 Muttered, " Fuck it ....! " to myself and switched the fucking thing off!

  Well, that was this morning. Hour or two ago, I closed the lid on this scrupulously clean and pack ice free freezer ~ and a carrier bag full of 'bait'. Can't wait to see what it looks like in there, tomorrow. Never actually defrosted a freezer before.

  Anyway, why am I blithering on about all this shit? That's simple. It's because I've now answered the age old question of the thing.

  I opened The Black Bag!!!

Now, I Know ..... (Shudders .....!)
 
    

My Freezer .....

 Oh my fucking god! There's something in there! I just found it. Right at the bottom. Buried under the Dog meat. Tied up in a black bin bag. 

 What the fuck is it though?! I haven't the faintest clue. And, frankly? I'm in no mind to go opening that bag and seeing what slips out in front of me! It's horrible.

 Some sort of animal, by the feels of it. About the size of a gray squirrel on steroids, or something. Racking my fucking brain here, trying to remember ~ or work out ~ what the fuck it is. And why the hell I put it in there.

 Where could I have got it from? Killed it, presumably? Or picked it up dead? That should narrow it down. But, it doesn't. I can't remember anything I've killed which I'd have reason to stick in the freezer.

  I have a kestrel in there. I know that much. Found it dead on my track and took it up in case we could get a post mortem done. Check for rodenticides or what ever. But, that proved infeasible and now I'll probably use it as crow bait. That one's in a white sack.

 There's a meadow pipit in there, somewhere. Found that one, stone dead under the fence. Kept it in the hope of finding a Taxidermist who might use it. Probably a few little birds in there for that reason. Forgotten about.

 Mice too. Fuck loads of mice! I used to bag them up virtually by the pound and put them in there. All clean, trapped mice. Caught in places where there was guaranteed no bait around. 

 Not sure why I fuckin' did that either now. What the fuck was I thinking of?  I seriously wonder about myself, some times. Right about now is one of those times!

 Nilsen. Dahmer. Ditch Shitter. It doesn't bode too well, does it? I wonder if those two guys woke up in the morning, comfortably aware of what the fuck They had in their fridges and freezers? 

 Or, did they find a black bag one day. Think; " Hello ....? " And open it. " Aagh! Jesus fucking Christ!!!!! What The ....?! "

 I could give it to Pat', couldn't I? Pat's my answer to so many things around here. Say, " Here ye go, Pat. Want this? " He'd say, 'What is it?' And I could say; " Dunno. " And run away.

 Fuck it. Wish I'd never moved that Dog meat now. Look at the trauma it's caused me.