Back in junior high, my family and I went to chicago for a week. Right before we left my mom noticed that one of our chickens was dead, so she told me to take care of it. After we were half way there I remembered that I never buried it. So I kept it to myself. After we got back home I threw my bag inside and grabbed a shovel and opened the door to the pen. As soon as it opened 2 feet, it was like I got hit in the face with ten pounds of wtf.