About once a month my wife buys eighty pounds of raw chicken necks which I then run through a meat grinder, pack into containers, and freeze. Now I know what you’re thinking: Hey, call me the next time because I’d like to get in on that! Seriously, you’re probably wondering why anyone in their right mind would do such a thing. The jury’s still out on the question of whether I’m in my right mind, but I do have a good reason. We have three dogs and feed them what’s known as the BARF diet. Supposedly that’s an acronym for Bones And Raw Food, a diet that tries to mimic what dogs would eat in the wild–minus the fur, feathers, and assorted diseases and parasites.
I take plenty of precautions while handling raw chicken because of the risk of salmonella, but I think this is the most dangerous job that I’ll do. And it doesn’t begin to compare to anything in Wired magazine’s list of the best dangerous science jobs, which include: