My stepdad was an avid hunter. Got fucking EVERYTHING stuffed. I grew up in a house full of taxidermy. Deer, bobcats, marlins, giant fucking boars heads stuck in a frozen scream for all eternity.

Everywhere. Every room in the house. To the point I had nightmares about taxidermy. Dreams I was eating their stuffed dead carcasses and matted fur. I could literally taste it.

I'm being completely serious. I genuinely loathe taxidermy because I was up to my fucking neck in dead animals my entire childhood.