I got put off them when I strimmed a dead rat in the long grass, I was just covered in stinking rotten flesh. Didn't like that bit.
That sounds horrific, total nightmare fuel. I'm usually tough for being a female and I'm not scared of crawly things, but if I had chunks of dead rat on me, I would be screaming like a little girl. That is ghastlier than a thousand ghouls, as Stewie Griffin would say.