Obsession
Little Dude’s got a new obsession. One guess as to what it is (the hint isn’t in the shirt):
While we were in Colorado over the Thanksgiving holiday, we took a hike with my Uncle Doug and Aunt Layne. They live on the frontier– IE, a place where people still chase bears out of their yard. On the way, Uncle Doug mentioned he knew where some deer bones were. Little Dude flipped because bones are AWESOME. Sure enough, true to “Papa’s Uncle’s” word and hidden in a network of scrub juniper: a mother lode of bones. Little Dude scored the skull, which had just enough gristle and fur stuck to it to leave lady-Friend a little unsettled.
We brought Dead Bambi Head home and just got around to cleaning (IE: boiling) it yesterday. As a bonus, our home smelled like a Sunday roast. And by “Sunday Roast” I mean death. Apparently, there’s a reason Glade Plugins don’t come in “Oily Venison and Skunk”.
Gross. Count on Dan to post about deer bones and still have me laughing my head off.