Always wear gloves! Always protect your air holes from the smells and possible bacteria and, when applicable, make yourself a cocktail to help you forget about the smells and the gooey-ness.
as i mentioned before; an unexpected move forced me to dig up and transport some not-so-cleaned carcasses. i loaded them into a rubber-maid bin, and that sat for about a month before i got a chance to check the status of what was inside.
The two critters inside were, oddly enough, in vastly different states of decay despite originally being buried at the same time.
I had to stand over the rubber-maid, picking through the dirt, meat and maggots to fish out as many of the bones as possible. Trying to be careful to keep them separate so i know who’s bones are who’s.
they’re now macerating in their individual buckets
this is where MY bones come from. I find them, I clean them, i name them, i adore them, I make them into pretty things. it’s a long, incredibly unglamorous process, but i’m proud to do it - because i know the sources of my bones, and so do my customers! xo
**** [all animals i use for my jewelry were found deceased, and i can tell you the whens and wheres of my items because I most likely found it myself. Do not trust ‘ethical or cruelty free’ shops with tons of rare/exotic skulls, piles of coyote ‘fangs’ -each dog only has FOUR, or hundreds of the same small/perfectly white raccoon finger bones. fuck trapping! ]