In Which The Dead Have Vengeance
New comic up over at Anecdata (www.anecdata.smackjeeves.com).
The moose is, as noted, filling in for a deer head.
The deer head was a souvenir of my husband's, from a hunting trip that occurred before I knew him (he still hunts, but we haven't kept any more mementos. Just snausage.). It hung on the living room wall, gazing at the world with taxidermied and somewhat crooked eyes. Eyes hidden as behind a pall, because they were covered with spider webs, because I am the person who fights entropy in this household, and I wasn't touching that creepy thing. I don't mind trophies, but this head was malevolently stupid.
My husband , of course, did not see my point. The deer was dead, and so was definitionally harmless. Nothing I could say would sway him.
Until the night when, all unprovoked, the thing fell on me, all ten points of it, as part of a chain reaction that required emergency redecorating and bandages.
Deer Head lives in the storage shed now, and I am a happier bug. But this Van Gogh's been lookin' at me....
The moose is, as noted, filling in for a deer head.
The deer head was a souvenir of my husband's, from a hunting trip that occurred before I knew him (he still hunts, but we haven't kept any more mementos. Just snausage.). It hung on the living room wall, gazing at the world with taxidermied and somewhat crooked eyes. Eyes hidden as behind a pall, because they were covered with spider webs, because I am the person who fights entropy in this household, and I wasn't touching that creepy thing. I don't mind trophies, but this head was malevolently stupid.
My husband , of course, did not see my point. The deer was dead, and so was definitionally harmless. Nothing I could say would sway him.
Until the night when, all unprovoked, the thing fell on me, all ten points of it, as part of a chain reaction that required emergency redecorating and bandages.
Deer Head lives in the storage shed now, and I am a happier bug. But this Van Gogh's been lookin' at me....