My Good Deed for the Decade

We had an incident of the woodchuck variety last weekend wherein A. got the minivan stuck on ice and I had to ride to the rescue with the Awesome Subaru to pull the van up the icy incline. This required A. to search through the back of the Subaru to find rope and a knife to cut the rope.

This is how I became aware of the absolutely appalling state of the Subaru. Empty beer bottles and cans galore, traps, bits of rusty wire tangled up in everything, jumper cables twining all over the place, a logging chain . . . it was horrendous*.

The flotsam did yield the required rope and knife, and we did get the minivan off the ice. But the mess in the back of the Subaru continued to haunt me.

So today, when Jack and I were outside for a little airing*, I decided I would at least get the beer bottles and cans out of there. So I did. Then I put all the loose traps and pieces of wire in a bucket, untangled and coiled up the rope, put the logging chain in a box, stowed away the jumper cables, sorted through various bits of trash and empty bags . . . 

And then I found it. In an innocuous-looking, opaque plastic bag, which seemed kind of heavy and when I peeked in to see what was in there . . .

OH MY GOD, SO GROSS.

It was a deer heart. Yes, the heart of a deer.

A. had saved it for trapping bait when he shot a deer. He shot the deer two months ago. That deer heart has been sitting in the back of his car for TWO MONTHS. Of course, it was frozen much of the time. But still. That is so, so wrong.

Because I have been married to A. for almost 14 years now, I wasn't all that surprised to find such a thing in his car. And it didn't occur to me to throw away the ancient deer heart. Instead I left it in his car and mentioned it to him when he was about to go check a trap. He was very pleased that I had discovered some bait that he had forgotten about, as he's almost out.

I'm glad he's so pleased with his tainted deer heart. But I don't think I'll be clearing out his car for him any time soon.

* It was 35 degrees and blowing wet snow, so it wasn't so much an airing as an endurance, I suppose. Jack seemed happy enough to be out, though.