How many of you have regurgitated mouse bones on the table? Raise your hands… anyone? No? Am I really the only one?
What could be cooler than dissecting owl pellets? That is exactly what my daughter was able to do this week. She couldn’t wait to show me all of her treasures.
As I unloaded the car, she sat busily setting up her display for me. Mouse ribs here, a few skulls there, perhaps a bird beak or two on top… feathers to the side.
And Voila!
Looking at her exhibit, I see she may one day become an archeologist. Or perhaps a forensic scientist, zoologist or serial killer surgeon.
If I was at home, you can bet I would have created my own display including Barbie, a knife and perhaps some catchup. Sadly, I don’t have a Barbie on hand. But you get the gist.
