The first shipment had been exciting for the group. (Of course, there were the problems with bugs and maggots, but that was to be expected.)

By now, there was nothing but frustration with each new delivery. Why weren’t things turning out like they should? Promises had been made. And the waste alone was embarrassing. The leftover pieces sat in the living room in sad little piles. They were invariably scorched and most chunks ended up looking like glow-in-the-dark cereal prizes.

When Sarah suggested that pieces of vertebrae could be used as drink coasters, the room felt it had achieved a brand new low.

Something had to be done.