Wild Things, or what once were wild things

This may not be much of a post, because I'm grading papers and jetting off to DC this afternoon, but I had to share the pictures of the crazy-ass cabin I escaped to this past week. It was called something punny like "Dances with Wolves" and had more dead animal action than any place I've ever seen. My uncle hunted big game in Africa and he didn't even have this kind of dead animal action. Not sure why the pix are tiny. Confusing. To wit:






Her: "Does it look to you that the deer are simply coming through the wall? Like they're magic deer or ghost deer or something?"
Him: "You've got to lay off the Delirium Tremens."






This was by far the most disturbing of the heads. Because it's just a head. Coming out of a plaque on the wall. Like he's stuck. Poor fox. Why am I underlining???

Here was the intensely disturbing possum (otter to your right). We had to do a close-up because it was just too gross to imagine.
Him: "Possum noses feel like pencil erasers!"
Her: "You will not touch me with hands that touched that creature."






Crazy squirrel with corn. (Hahaha I mistyped and wrote "porn." Dirty squirrel)






This little fellow was right above the dining room table.

Her: "Think it's ironic to put the wee scavenger right above the table where food is served?"
Him: "That or some kind of Dantean punishment."






And this, ladies and gentlemen, was the view from my seat at the table. A turkey's ass. Charming. The front was very impressive, but this is the view I'll remember.