I enjoy David Sedaris’s witticisms whether I hear him on NPR or read one of his many entertaining books. His newest, Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls, is set to be released on April 23rd. Today, The Guardian posted an excerpt from this latest book entitled “Getting Stuffed: a Tale of Love and Taxidermy.” I implore you to click on the link (after you finish reading MY post) and read the story. Like many of Sedaris’s works, this one made me laugh out loud in a couple of places and forced me to recite passages to my husband.
One of the topics of the excerpt is the finding of a stuffed owl which is illegal to have in the U.S and in many other parts of the world. Well friends, I have a bit of a confession. My grandparents had a taxidermy owl. It was a huge great horned owl. I don’t exactly remember where and how they came by it, but I’m sure I could easily find out just by asking my mom. It was mounted in the bedroom where I would sleep when I stayed with them. It’s eyes were huge and golden. They followed you around the room, the owl being ever vigilant and never blinking. When I was really young, I found it a bit creepy–I mean come’on, to a nine-year old, it’s just a dead bird. But as I grew older, I grew to love and appreciate that animal for what it was, a gorgeous rarity (and still super illegal). After my grandparents passed away, I believe it went to another member of the family, though I wish I would have been able to be the one who got it. Though, it’s probably for the best. I wouldn’t want the environmental powers that be after me.