So, just how much fun
can you squeeze out of one dead squirrel? Besides providing a meal for six people, little Mr. Squirrel has provided countless hours of entertainment for my young sons. Paul insisted on having a go at some home taxidermy, so I ordered him the necessary ingredients to go about tanning his furry friend's hide. Over the course of about three weeks, Paul defrosted the hide, scraped it, salted it, nailed it to a board, and soaked it in buckets of various tanning solutions. Here we are at the end of the process, where Paul is using my hair dryer to speed up the final drying so that he can bring his hide to church to show his friends. Oh yes, we did indeed bring a dead squirrel to church with us in a ziploc baggie! The hide is now nailed to Paul's bedroom wall, looking very squirrelly indeed. He definitely got his money's worth out of that squirrel.
We usually bring our groceries home in some of the free boxes we pick up off the pallets as we shop (because we usually shop in the kind of upscale places that plops out pallets of dry goods and makes you pay extra if you want bags for your groceries.) David sees no reason why he shouldn't get as much enjoyment as possible out of this empty cookie box before we send it out to the dumpster. We had three boxes waiting to be taken out to the trash, and David spent an equal amount of time sitting in each one.
In such a large family, there's no reason why everyone should have their own individual pair of shoes. Naomi, at age nine, now officially wears the same size shoes as me. She still has a lot of growing left to do, so she probably won't be pilfering my shoes for too long before she outgrows them. I do have two more daughters coming right along after her though....
So, just how much fun can you squeeze out of one dead squirrel? Besides providing a meal for six people, little Mr. Squirrel has provided countless hours of entertainment for my young sons. Paul insisted on having a go at some home taxidermy, so I ordered him the necessary ingredients to go about tanning his furry friend's hide. Over the course of about three weeks, Paul defrosted the hide, scraped it, salted it, nailed it to a board, and soaked it in buckets of various tanning solutions. Here we are at the end of the process, where Paul is using my hair dryer to speed up the final drying so that he can bring his hide to church to show his friends. Oh yes, we did indeed bring a dead squirrel to church with us in a ziploc baggie! The hide is now nailed to Paul's bedroom wall, looking very squirrelly indeed. He definitely got his money's worth out of that squirrel.
We usually bring our groceries home in some of the free boxes we pick up off the pallets as we shop (because we usually shop in the kind of upscale places that plops out pallets of dry goods and makes you pay extra if you want bags for your groceries.) David sees no reason why he shouldn't get as much enjoyment as possible out of this empty cookie box before we send it out to the dumpster. We had three boxes waiting to be taken out to the trash, and David spent an equal amount of time sitting in each one.
In such a large family, there's no reason why everyone should have their own individual pair of shoes. Naomi, at age nine, now officially wears the same size shoes as me. She still has a lot of growing left to do, so she probably won't be pilfering my shoes for too long before she outgrows them. I do have two more daughters coming right along after her though....
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