Stuffed...

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Bad, bad, bad kitty. Leave that Nene gosling alone. Get 'em Mother Goose!


I think I rather run into five live wild boars in the middle of the night in the forest rather than one of these dead stuffed pigs. Creepy...

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Lance M. Foster said…
Most taxidermed animals look messed up...trying to make it look alive when it is obviously dead is sort of like wadding a bunch of newspapers inside a roadkill and propping it up with a stick... reminds me of movies like "Psycho" "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things" and "Pet Semetary"

Animal zombies...what makes taxidermed things extra creepy is when they are also not only eerie, but funny in a twisted way...like that cat and baby goose...or those stuffed frogs playing in a band or playing cards around a table...check out the stuffed frog museum at:
http://www.museedesgrenouilles.ch/html/home/index.htm
November 15, 2008 at 3:03 AM
Lance M. Foster said…
More creepy taxidermy at:
http://www.taxidermy4cash.com/potter.html
November 15, 2008 at 3:12 AM
Lance M. Foster said…
ok...the last one of creepy taxidermy, I promise...there are lots on the Web you can google...but this one is just plain WRONG! almost as bad as the freakshow human exhibit of bodies they had in Honolulu:

http://techyum.com/2007/02/creepy_cool_taxidermy_art.html
November 15, 2008 at 3:17 AM
Lance M. Foster said…
Blogspot screwed up in thier posting of the URL..try again

http://techyum.com/2007/02/
creepy_cool_taxidermy_art.html
November 15, 2008 at 3:18 AM
Ka`iana said…
Cool! I will check them out. Hopefully without barfing or having nightmares...lol..and I will ask the boys if they really want a pet...
November 15, 2008 at 12:26 PM
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