The coal wasn't as bad as the family of skunks that took up residence over a weekend unbeknownst to us. the poor guy on the bobcat moving steel got sprayed with more juice thatn I've ever seen. He came running out puking and gagging, but he was so pissed off he grabbed a couple of six mil bags and ran back in, grabbed the remaining skunk, double bagged it and ran out and threw it in the river next to the power station. For weeks after all of the coal dust smelled like skunk juice. We all had to burn our clothes orm that day.