Mink, Otter, Kitten - I don't know what else. My grandfather used to take her (and little me) to a furrier on Lincoln Road in Miami Beach (ritzy part of town) but always made sure it was on a Sunday when the shop was closed! They had a taxidermy display in the window that fascinated me - minks and weasels and otters or whatever climbing on tree branches. All good until the day I came to my senses and asked Mom, how do they get the fur off the animals - give them a haircut like me, or do they have to kill them first? And Mom admitted, they kill them but painlessly. And that sort of ended my brief love affair with fur.

Now I'm left wondering - how they got those moose and deer and mountain lions inside the Bass Pro Shop at the Silverton in Las Vegas. (Notice how cleverly I turned this into a chip-related post?) How come I don't see a bullet hole in their heads where they were shot?