Several of the booths at this Lick Creek Park celebration have animal displays. This is something which interests the both of us. (She thinks animals are “cute;” I’m always on the lookout for vicious yet trainable species that can be conscripted into my army of conquest.)
No, Sigyn. I’m no entomologist, but I’m fairly certain that big, shiny green beetles encased in lucite no longer want to play tag.
She thinks this is a jungle gym or a play spaceship of some sort. I really don’t have the heart to tell her it was part of someone’s back.
She really is pretty brave around bones and skulls, provided they don’t look too much like their former wearers, all fuzzy and warm. I’m looking at something—I think it may be a coyote—with an impressive set of teeth and room for some very large eyes. Sigyn wants to know what the inside of her critter’s nose looks like.
Be careful, dearest! Remember the time you got trapped in the grizzly skull!
This booth also has some pelts for petting.
Today will go down in history as the day Sigyn snorgled a skunk.
However, the fox skin, with its little face still attached, is more than a little upsetting.
Don’t fret, dearest. Um, foxes can shed their skins like snakes, and this is one that was just too small for this handsome boy. He, um, donated it for educational purposes. Yes, that’s it.
And this pelt-antler combination, I believe, came from that magnificent Midgardian beast…