Bucket o'entrails

We stepped outside our apartment building this morning on our way to catching a taxi downtown. There was a pleasant breeze blowing, as there often is, but today it carried with it a trace of putridity. We couldn't quite put our finger on what the exact smell was, but it reeked. I decided it smelled like someone had dug a hole and unearthed an old latrine. That's how nasty it was.

The source of the mystery smell remained unsolved until later, when I got home from work. As I approached our building, I noticed a bucket sitting in the empty lot across from our house that hadn't been there before. When I looked closer, I noticed what was in the bucket: assorted ENTRAILS.

Yes, entrails. Some of them were spilling out over the side of the bucket and still others were oozing through a bag right next to the bucket.

I find myself asking two questions. First of all, who is slaughtering so many animals that they find they need to mass-dispose large quantities of entrails? Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, who puts them in an empty lot in a residential area, not 50 meters away from a dumpster?

I don't think I want to know the answers to these questions, lest I harbor an unpardonable grudge toward the guilty party. In the meantime, if anyone has any great ideas about how to dispose of a bucket o'entrails, let me know.

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