I've always had a strange fascination with dead things. Maybe it's because I was apparently conceived the night my parents went away to a funeral. Maybe it's because I grew up with a cemetery on the other side of the back fence. I don't know.
Although, I guess I should clarify what I mean by "strange fascination with dead things." I not talking about necrophilia. I didn't get involved in a career that deals with corpses. And I don't sleep in a coffin... nor do I ever plan to.
But every time I take some time to look back through my pictures, whether on my phone or the computer, I notice just how many times I have taken pictures of a dead animal that I've come across. No seriously. It's definitely not normal. I mean there are probably some people who would be concerned with the pictures. Over the years, I have taken a lot of pictures of dead animals. Hell. I have a ridiculous amount of those pictures on just from the last year alone. (Of course, a bit of normalcy, they still don't even make it to 1% of the pictures I take over all... so it's not the only thing I photograph.)
If it's so commonplace of an occurrence for me though, why did it come up in my head to be the entry for today?
Today, I was quite disturbed as I was leaving for work. I turned towards the backyard where the dog was to say bye and I noticed she had something hanging out of her mouth and she was chewing on it. At first I was simply befuddled. What was she eating? Then I thought she had a mouse that one of the neighborhood cats (or her cat) had killed during the night time hunts. Then as I got closer and asked her what she had, she dropped it to the ground and started to move away. That's when I noticed the larger object on the ground in front of where my dog had just been. It was a dead squirrel. What had she been chewing on? The arm that she had ripped off of the squirrel's body.
So I grabbed a shovel from beside the gate and went into the backyard to scoop the squirrel up and deposit it into the trashcan so that the dog didn't try to keep eating it. Gah. I'm more grossed out than when dog #4 would roll in every dead animal it could find... leaving a matted mess in his fur and setting himself up for the torture of being bathed.
Of course I followed through with my obsession and there are pictures of the squirrel, sans an arm, laying on the shovel before it was disposed of. The squirrel, not the shovel. And despite the fact that I regularly decide to share the pictures of dead things that I find and photograph on a variety of social media avenues, I'll refrain this time and not make you want to loose the contents of your stomach. Even I think the dead squirrel was a little to gross to publish.
Although, I guess I should clarify what I mean by "strange fascination with dead things." I not talking about necrophilia. I didn't get involved in a career that deals with corpses. And I don't sleep in a coffin... nor do I ever plan to.
But every time I take some time to look back through my pictures, whether on my phone or the computer, I notice just how many times I have taken pictures of a dead animal that I've come across. No seriously. It's definitely not normal. I mean there are probably some people who would be concerned with the pictures. Over the years, I have taken a lot of pictures of dead animals. Hell. I have a ridiculous amount of those pictures on just from the last year alone. (Of course, a bit of normalcy, they still don't even make it to 1% of the pictures I take over all... so it's not the only thing I photograph.)
If it's so commonplace of an occurrence for me though, why did it come up in my head to be the entry for today?
Today, I was quite disturbed as I was leaving for work. I turned towards the backyard where the dog was to say bye and I noticed she had something hanging out of her mouth and she was chewing on it. At first I was simply befuddled. What was she eating? Then I thought she had a mouse that one of the neighborhood cats (or her cat) had killed during the night time hunts. Then as I got closer and asked her what she had, she dropped it to the ground and started to move away. That's when I noticed the larger object on the ground in front of where my dog had just been. It was a dead squirrel. What had she been chewing on? The arm that she had ripped off of the squirrel's body.
So I grabbed a shovel from beside the gate and went into the backyard to scoop the squirrel up and deposit it into the trashcan so that the dog didn't try to keep eating it. Gah. I'm more grossed out than when dog #4 would roll in every dead animal it could find... leaving a matted mess in his fur and setting himself up for the torture of being bathed.
Of course I followed through with my obsession and there are pictures of the squirrel, sans an arm, laying on the shovel before it was disposed of. The squirrel, not the shovel. And despite the fact that I regularly decide to share the pictures of dead things that I find and photograph on a variety of social media avenues, I'll refrain this time and not make you want to loose the contents of your stomach. Even I think the dead squirrel was a little to gross to publish.
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