I can't even begin to explain what might have happened to the ground beef. It looks like it popped.
The new scents radiating off the plate are completely overpowering. I was unable to take today's pictures until I learned to maintain control over my gag reflex.
More hot dog disappearances. This time, some evidence was left. I am guessing it's a desperate raccoon, or perhaps an unwatched toddler.
Only 2 dogs left.
The maggots are also gone. I don't know if they grew up and flew away, or if something else ate them. I don't like either scenario. I think I miss them.
Chad, the official stinkymeat assistant, will no longer be called as such. He will now be addressed as simply, "The stinkymate."