I COLLECT SKULLS, AND OTHER INTERESTING BONES…
THE MOST COMMON question people ask when they notice my 8 skulls and various bone decorating my space is,
“Where do you get them?”
A reasonable question, to be sure. The first skull I ever, um, harvested, was from a cat that I found dead. I took the head, submerged it in bleach for several days and viola!, I had a clean skull.
It is natural, necessary in fact, that humans have a strong aversion to dead animals. That smell, the sight of decaying flesh and that gut twisting shudder of disgust are natures way of keeping you from disease filled corpses.
Now people think of me when they see a skull and I randomly receive skulls and bones for gifts. One elk season, A friend of a friend’s father shot a cow elk and saved me the horse sized head in a black garbage bag. That phone call was odd.
“Hey, my friends dad heard you collect skulls, he dropped it off and my mom wants this thing out of her freezer.”
I got the huge head, this thing weighed a ton, and lugged it into the woods at my moms house. I dug a shallow hole and put the decapitated head inside. I figured after several months in Southeast Asia the skull would be picked clean by critters and ready for a final cleaning.
I have only killed one animal for its skull, a rabbit, and I regret that. I shot a rabbit with a .22 rifle and felt like a complete coward for murdering the animal for a trophy. If I could have taken it back I would have. I didn’t know how I would feel after shooting the animal, but as soon as it was dead I knew that I was not a casual killer.
Now I am given skulls, receive then as gifts and keep an eye out for roadkill.
If you have any skulls you are not using… 😉