Also, there is a dead bat on our front lawn. I don't know why, but it's interesting and has probably been dead for several days, as it looks kind of dried out, and some of the bones are showing. I'm tempted to boil the bones and make interesting things with them, but I doubt my mom would appreciate me using her pots for gruesome purposes.
And then we'd have our Jewish neighbors over for dinner, and they'd say, "Hey, this soup tastes like bat! That's not kosher!"
I have a really warped sense of humor. I'm like, "Ooh, dead things! I want to make art!" At least I let my own animals rest in peace when they die. I really want to piece together a skeleton, though... maybe next time my mom is away and one of the cats leaves a "present" by the door...
I think my fascination with bones stems from taking drawing classes at CMU and trekking over to the museum to draw all the fabulous bones they have there. I want to do that again.