When did taxidermy get so popular? Also, why it scares me.
Maybe it’s ironic or whatever to like something dead masquerading as something not only living but also usually cartoonish, but I can’t stand all the taxidermy porn in my various social media feeds.
It’s true that I have a stuffed, realistic deer head hanging in my apartment. It’s there right now. In the dark hallway, its glassy blank stare prepared to terrify me while home alone post-Peaks binge. But it’s not mine. Alanna’s step-dad killed and made it decoration (guessing on the second part). She wanted to hang it up so whatever.
But still. I think I know the exact moment I can attribute to my bubbling distrust/fear of croaked critters in believably living poses.
