And we had several hundred earth worms that we’d collected. And so we had to dispose of those worms that came through with the, not the worms, but the soil that came through from New Zealand also. So as the crate was handed to me by the cargo manager out on the tarmac, we both said, “Oh, my God.” The stench of the bird crate was overwhelming. The smell of death was dreadful. And we thought, “Oh God, the first kiwi to San Diego Zoo, this crate was beautifully decorated with paintings of the coat of arms of New Zealand. And we said, “Well, all we can do is just take her out to the zoo.” So we went, took this crate to the service area and I thought, “God, there’s only one bird supposed to come. And if it’s dead, that’s it.” So we opened the crate, unscrewed the top and the bird was alive, but what had smelled, the worms were in another compartment in the crate, the worms had been shipped in, and they had all died and their stench was overwhelming. And then we had to get rid of the worms and the soil under the inspection of the USDA inspectors that accompanied us out to the zoo with the crate.