Yeah, me neither.

Do you know what it's like to have a live body stuffed into a duffle bag lying on the floor of the back seat of your truck? 

Every so often, you can hear scuffling as it comes to--still disoriented from a night sleeping in the bag in one of the tubs in your house-- and tries to escape the stuffy confines of the canvas. You wonder, for a split second, if it will be able to gnaw a hole in the bag, then remember that its mouth is duct-taped shut. You wonder what would happen if you were to be pulled over by a law enforcement officer.

You muse over how easy it is to become involved in these kinds of things. All it takes is one connection. You reason that this will be the one and only time you will do this type of favor.

When you arrive at your destination, you look around, confused; this is the first time you've done something like this and aren't sure where exactly to drop the body. There are people expecting you of course, but you're not sure where they are. At length, you come upon them; two people who deal in this sort of business. They look at you amiably, yet there's also a hint of wariness in their gaze as they take note of you, a stranger-- until you explain that you have a delivery. 

No money changes hands; not today. One of them takes the bag and it's occupant with a "Have a good day!" and you go just across the way to your desk job, innocent passersby none the wiser to what just transpired, and no one able to trace the hand-off back to you.

Yeah, me neither. Until this morning. 

But don't worry; I had all the proper licensing. 

Also important to note: I work at a wildlife park (at the reservations desk) where my sister who also works (but more with the animals) sometimes takes baby gators for off-site demonstrations and keeps them overnight.