According to news.yahoo.com, a young boy found 30-year-old fingers in a jar. A seven year old French boy was playing behind the gymnasium of his school when he dug up a jar. He found that the liquid filled jar contained partially decomposed fingers. The boy’s father gave the jar to the local police. After the story went to the media, police received a phone call regarding the possible owner of the preserved fingers. The caller believed that the fingers may belong to their grandfather, a once local carpenter. According to the article, the grandfather lost his fingers 30 years ago during a work accident. He put the severed digits into a jar. He then filled it with alcohol and buried the jar near his home at the time. The grandfather has since moved away and the police are trying to contact him.
Because I have a morbid sense of humor, at first I found this article amusing, and I had a bunch of jokes that kept running through my head as I read the article. After all, it is not every day that a person can give the police the finger and get away with it. I could just imagine this little boy finding the jar and running around the playground trying to scare girls with it. I could also imagine the look of surprise on the father’s face when his son showed him the jar and the disbelief in the officer’s voice when the father called to report that he had a jar of fingers and was willing to give them up. But by the end of the article, my light-heartedness had turned into disgust.
The article stated that after putting his severed fingers into a jar full of alcohol, the carpenter then buried the jar near his home. I don’t understand why didn’t he go to the hospital? I think it’s disgusting that he put them in a jar and buried them. I don’t understand why the jar was buried near his home. Why not bury the jar on the property he lived on? Why at a school? Why leave something like that for someone else to find? All these questions have been left unanswered at this time.
The article stated that after putting his severed fingers into a jar full of alcohol, the carpenter then buried the jar near his home. I don’t understand why didn’t he go to the hospital? I think it’s disgusting that he put them in a jar and buried them. I don’t understand why the jar was buried near his home. Why not bury the jar on the property he lived on? Why at a school? Why leave something like that for someone else to find? All these questions have been left unanswered at this time.
I only hope that he got out of the field of construction and into something a little less dangerous for him.
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