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There was a dead Tob in my front yard. It was laying there unmoving for hours. Flies were starting to gather. I finally got tired of the neighbors' stares and put on some gloves to dispose of it. It was very light in my hand- when I went to discard the dead Tob into the garbage bag, she woke up and screamed. Then I screamed. We both screamed, and I dropped her. She scuttled off into the bushes, cursing at me and calling me a freak. I felt that was unkind of her
