It seems incredible to me now that there was a time when, if we wanted to see partially-decomposed animals, we actually had to leave the house [1]. Thanks, Internet!
[1] Having seen a few partially-decomposed animals in my youth, I can testify that one thing the Internet can’t reproduce – yet – is the smell [2]. That’s a good thing.
[3] As I recall it, you’d be stopped in your tracks by an eye-watering stench blowing in from somewhere. A neighbor would then nonchalantly tell you “Aye, theer’s a deid coo oan the beach,” with no further explanation asked or given. Sometimes, for variety, it was a seal or a sheep instead of a cow.
