That last picture reminds me of the time I made two 5 gallon batches of Mead. One plain and one kissed by the Green Goddess. They had set-up for almost a year (almost ready) when the wife and I detected the distinctive odor of rotting flesh coming from the crawl space under the house where I stored the fermenting elixir. What I found was the carcass of a dead Raccoon that had knocked over one of the big glass bottles (corboys) and somehow broken off the neck. We believe it drank itself to death...or maybe had ingested some glass shards. Strange for an animal to drink that much, but after all, mead is made of honey...