Life with a Taxidermist

My husband is pretty supportive of my newfound hobby of working with dead animals. He is understanding, but not super into it himself. He grew up in a hunting household so he has seen his fair share of dead critters throughout the years. He is not grossed out by it, but sometimes he would rather I kept some of my activities at a distance.

Here are a couple exerts from him that I quite enjoy:
“How do you taxidermy a bird and have the feathers not fall out? Actually… Nevermind.”
“No, a beetle box is NOT a good idea.” (Referring to dermestid beetles).
“Can you please organize the freezer? I thought I found a bag of jerky… It was a mouse.”

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