I was able to rescue Sigyn from the clutches of that murderous deer. Horrible creatures, deer, really. I prefer to think of them as merely the larval stage of roast venison.
There are more skulls here, and they are drawing a lot of attention. The human female and her minions are showing them off to anyone who wanders by.
Sigyn is investigating the pronounced sagittal crest on this opossum.
The human female says that is where all the jaw muscles are attached. It certainly looks capable of eating anything it finds. Opossums are strange creatures–tails like rats, huge rafs of babies which they tote about in pouches or on their backs, fur that always looks like they’ve been washed in the washer on the wrong cycle, and a predilection for rummaging about in compost heaps.
I am more impressed by the dentition of this male vervet monkey.
This fellow looks quite up to the task of perforating anyone who tried to put him in a funny outfit or make him do silly tricks. And the overall effect is of a toothy little human.
Great Frigga’s hairpins! Look who has turned up! Marty, that goggle-eyed menace, has dropped by to ogle the chicken skull.
I don’t want to think about what Marty’s skull might look like. Not much room for a brain, that’s for certain.
Oh, and here is Fisi, trying to sneak in a nibble on the oppossum.
Shoo! Bad hyena! No biscuit!
Sweet Tony Stark on the half shell! What sort of alien mutant nightmare beast does this one come from?!
Don’t get too close, Sigyn. I don’t trust this thing at all.
poke, poke, poke.
No sirree. I do not trust this thing at all, at all. Nor can I figure out its modus operandi. No proper teeth to speak of, but what about these long pincer-like things up front? What IS it? Where does it live? What does it eat? What does the rest of it look like??
Oh, I am going to have bad dreams and flashbacks about this one, I can tell you.
(Reads label.) Huh. I never, ever would have guessed. Log your guesses in the comments, folks, and we’ll see if anyone comes close.