My poor Mom had to put up with all kinds of bait- storage fall- out when I was a teenager (now I'm Single & answer to no- one... and have two Refrigerators!)
Almost nightly in- season, she had to put up with the half- dozen or more large fresh bloody Pogies I snagged that day, for tommorrow Dawn's chunkin'... Smell was minimal though as they were fresh, & I learned to double- pack & cover them with black plastic bags so she didn't see eyes upon opening HER 'fridge. THAT I got away with thankfully!...
Her last straw was my Green Crabs in the garage!
(I was on a great shore Blackfish/ 'Tog Surf bite those early Springs back in the '80s when I was maybe 16- 17 or so. A 13.5 the best of 'em... Yes, I have a pic-- & news clipping!)
I had placed a half- bushel of Greens in my cool garage on a hot June day in the cardboard container they had come in. Made sure to weight down the box- top 'till satisfied they couldn't escape. Well, it rained, so they were there a couple of days. No problem I thought-- they'll live... I'm sure you guessed it: the dampness eroded the bottom of the cardboard box though thick... & the crabs punched holes through & escaped all over the Garage!
Of course I found & picked up all I could...
But I was finding crab carcasses for years! Need I tell you what that Garage smelled like, esp. summers? Luckily I went away to College for four years right after my "crime!"
