I still remember petting a stuffed iguana when I was four. I was mesmerized by the papery feel of it's sparkly green and blue scales... Until I was told to "stop touching" it. I touched twice more after that, I couldn't resist.
A friend brought back a big stuffed frog from Mexico once. That was bad. It had on an ugly floral button-up blouse on and was holding a fake saxophone while it stood upright on it's back legs. It was so gross and horrific, but so terrible that it was somehow intriguing.
Is it normal I think taxidermy is so bizarre?
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I still remember petting a stuffed iguana when I was four. I was mesmerized by the papery feel of it's sparkly green and blue scales... Until I was told to "stop touching" it. I touched twice more after that, I couldn't resist.
A friend brought back a big stuffed frog from Mexico once. That was bad. It had on an ugly floral button-up blouse on and was holding a fake saxophone while it stood upright on it's back legs. It was so gross and horrific, but so terrible that it was somehow intriguing.