Sometimes, a Whale Dies
Jonathan Foley

Years ago I participated in a necropsy on a hump back whale at the mouth of the Bay of Samana in the Dominican Republic. Apart from the impressive size of the animal, I most recall the SMELL, the odor of decaying whale. We had sparse clothing for the work and, at the end of the day, discovered that the Institute’s driver had returned our suitcases from Samana, back to Santo Domingo, and we were stuck with/in our unwashed clothing. Argh!

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