uber creepy thing in my house that is totally freaking me out

In March, my adorable son went to Florida with his grandmother. He came home with a severed reptile head in a bag, specifically a baby alligator. fantastic. He seemed to like it, so I let him keep it.

It sits on the top of his armoir. Staring with black, plastic ball eyes. At me. When I dust the furniture.

Now, I touched the head when it first arrived. I put it on the armoir. However, I’m finding that the more I spend time with the severed head, the less I like it…and I am becoming less willing to touch it.

There’s bad juju in dead things, probably moreso in severed youngling heads. It totally freaks me out. All I can think about when I see it is how it used to be attached to a living being with a brain that thought little gator thoughts that didn’t involve the notion that its noggin would later serve as a decoration in my son’s bedroom.

I no longer move it when I dust because I can’t handle the heebie-jeebies I get from touching it. In six months, it will probably look like it’s sitting in a pile of fuzzy snow.

But, my baby likes it, and so the remains remain.

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2 comments on “uber creepy thing in my house that is totally freaking me out

  1. Moore says:

    I can't believe this is the first I'm hearing of (or rather reading) this. This is so not a regular souvenir or keepsake. Bizarre! You seriously get a vote for cool mom.

  2. Lea Ryan says:

    yes, I deserve that vote. : )

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