Oooh that reminds me. One year, DH went tuna fishing and came home with I think 4 HUGE yellowfin and big-eyed tuna. They had been bled and innards cleaned but we -- well he -- had to cut them up. We dragged the picnic table out to the middle of the lawn, and he cut up those tuna. Tossing the carcass in a metal trash can. I was in charge of taking the trays and trays of tuna inside and temporarily bagging them to keep buried in the big ice chest. It got dark and he kept on working with the floodlights on. And when he was finished, he dug a deep trench and buried them all. We built our first veggie garden over those fish. I was digging up giant fish skeleton for years.
Even though he'd thoroughly rinsed the metal trash can, we woke up to a commotion inside the trash can, sitting by the split rail fence in the back. Shining a flashlight into it, we saw a GIANT RAT! -- or so I thought. Second look revealed an OPPOSUM. It couldn't get out. DH clapped the lid on the can and drove it out somewhere to get rid of it. Peace at last.