I was brought up here in Texas with an emotionally questionable but entertaining taxidermist for a father, so dead animals are in my blood. (Not literally because I’m pretty sure that would give you salmonella at least.) In fact, as I was writing this, my parents emailed me pictures of a ten-foot-tall arch they made out of skulls and antlers to welcome people to their property. In New York I’m pretty sure that sort of thing would be seen as a threat, but this is essentially Texan for “Welcome home.”
