Oh, get stuffed
All that meat in the last post got me thinking about artists of another order who turn carcasses into wall-mountable decoration. But I’m warning anyone who might share my curiosity about taxidermy that, unless you’re willing to shell out a bundle for some very genre-specific apparatus, it’s a closed shop.
And don’t ever mention Tony Perkins in “Psycho”. Taxidermists are a touchy bunch. I’m guessing they all wanted to be surgeons at some point and this is as far as life let them get with a knife. See the rest.
