And when I say methodically, I mean methodically. It was as if they knew where every muscle was underneath the wool, where the wool was attached to the muscles, the tendons and whatever else. Maybe it was just me trippin' over the head hanging there like a wind chime, but it was pretty impressive how they got the wool off in one giant piece of, well, wool.

Once the wool came off, the animal started to look like dinner. As long as I refrained from looking into its lifeless eyes, I started to get a little hungry. Once the blood was drained, the rest of the way was pretty clean and simple.