Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
Havin' a Good Ol' TimeHavin' a Good Ol' Time5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"But I had called dibs before hand .neh, Yakushi-san I insist to stop twisting it "
"It's so entertaining after a twist or two I can't help i---YIPE! yes Undertaker that IS an armpit ."
"Just checking gufufufu"
The psychotic, silver-haired trio "ooh'd" and "awed" over one another from all the little oddities each had: from transplanted, parasitic, snake flesh to the fashionable scar on one's pinky. They all exchanged stories of success, mishap, and twisted situations. All had become fast friends with each exchange of mouth.
"OH! This calls for tea and treats!" interrupted Undertaker for a moment to head off into the back.
He managed to find his little jar of bone treats and three beakers. He set them on a table, after shoving a corpse he was preparing out of the way, and began to grab little tea leaves from a shelf at his right. Mixing the contents into an odd looking teapot, chuckles and a few "O RLYS YA RLYS" we
The Eevee Cometh - EpilogueValerie looked out over the Blackthorn mountains and contemplated what exactly she was doing. Sure, she was living in the mountains; duh, that was kind of obvious. But, she was also training. Why she was training she wasn't sure. Certainly that creature, the one who had called itself an Eevee, was still out there, but Valerie still wasn't sure if it had truly escaped.The Eevee Cometh - Epilogue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then again, there was also the possibility of other of these creatures emerging, but Valerie was likewise not sure how likely it was that they would emerge. They hadn't exactly been prolific thus far, and though dangerous, they didn't seem capable of doing too awful much by themselves if Valerie alone could take down two of them. Although, they had both escaped
Valerie sighed and turned back to her pokémon. Matthias had grown spectacularly over the past two months, both in terms of general personality and fighting capability. He already was able to take on Electabuzz fairly evenly, though Graveler and Fearow we
The Eevee Cometh - Part 3The door to Mr. Den's house flew open as Valerie dashed in. Her eyes darted about with abandon, searching for anything out of place. Seeing nothing immediately wrong, she ran upstairs, again looking for anything out of the ordinary. She went through every room, quickly, but couldn't seem to find anything wrong. Finally beginning to calm down, she returned to the living room, wondering if she was simply going crazy.The Eevee Cometh - Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You look upset." Came Mr. Den's voice from the kitchen. Valerie turned to him immediately, wondering how she had missed him. The group of bags on the counter let her calm down again. "What is the matter?"
"Den." Valerie sighed. She slumped into the kitchen chair, exhausted from her effort.
"Did something happen?" Den asked, sitting down besides her. Valerie took a deep breath, wondering how much to tell her friend and mentor.
"I was very worried. It was just a feeling." Valerie said after a moment's pause. Mr. Den smiled and patted her hand.
"No need to worry. I am fi
Date Me July: Malady: MadaHinaTitle: MaladyDate Me July: Malady: MadaHina5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Theme: Blockbuster- Elizabeth (play)
Impatient feet paced circles around the room. Dark eyes narrowed into mere slits of their former selves as the Dowager Empress, her long black hair highlighted with streaks of gray; read a letter from her son. Each line was dripping with praise for her daughter-in-law. Oh how that girl set Mikoto's teeth on edge. She was so unlike Sasuke in that the girl could not be pinned down with a glare. Mikoto could not utter stern enough words to make the younger woman cower and be willing to be lead around by the ear.
No, quite the opposite in fact. One cross word and the girl rebelled, doing completely the opposite of what she was told. It wasn't direct opposition though, oh no. The girl was all smiles and sweetness in front of the Emperor, her husband and Mikoto's darling son. What a charmer. What a deceiver. What a detestable little viper.
With so much poison towards the young woman pumping insid
Carving Skulls and StuffCarving Skulls and Stuff8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
CARVING SKULLS & STUFF (11-FEB-08)
This is intended as a continuing project. I'll be adding to it, and editing it for greater clarity, in response to your comments and questions. So if something is left out, or not clear, please let me know. Eventually, this may turn into a proper tutorial, but I'm starting out small, so that people who are asking questions don't have to wait until that possibly distant time. And so people can tell me what they actually need to know.
Goggles -- I don't carve unless I'm wearing some sort of eye protection, usually magnifying goggles (because I'm getting old and can't focus up close anymore), but sometimes non-magnifying ones. Chunks of stuff can fly about, and you don't want them in your eyes.
Respirator or dust mask -- Dust is not good for your lungs, and power carving can produce lots of dust. The dust of bone, antler, and shell is very bad; it can _permanently_ clog parts of your lungs. Many stone and
Why I Like Taxidermy-Pelts-FurIt's Spring time...when everything starts coming to life, having babies, and bloom. It looks absolutely beautiful out, and I'm seeing the world a bit through rose-colored lenses. As I looked in awe at the simplest things today, I was thinking why I like fur so much.Why I Like Taxidermy-Pelts-Fur6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I was watching a dog walking with its owner...I'm a total dog lover, so I shamelessly stared. I watched its muscles work to propel its body forward, its tail swinging in tune with its legs, its tongue out in a happy pant as it walked with its beloved owner. When I got home, I looked at my wolf pelt, Kalik. His eyes weren't his own and they certainly didn't look at me with love and loyalty, his tongue didn't loll out happily dripping with saliva, his tail didn't sway and his legs didn't bring him to me. But I still saw the same beauty as I did the dog. The life may have been lost to this wonderful creature, but its beauty still shows. Looking at Kalik, I can still imagine him laying there not as a pelt, but as a wolf. He was
From The Soul Of A DogFrom The Soul Of A Dog10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
~A drink from a water fountain tastes better when you allow the water to trickle down your chin.
~Familiarize your nose with important things, whether it be a comfortable blanket, good food, or a favorite person.
~Revel in the thrill of protecting those you love.
~Eagerly anticipate meal times and when they happen, be sure to take joy in every mouthful.
~Take time to run barefoot on occasion and experience the sting of feet meeting earth with each stride.
~Look forward to car rides and when occasion allows, stick your head out the window to feel the wind on your face. Who cares if your hair gets messed up, that's what combs are for.
~When uncertain about eating something, smell it first. You'll be surprised just how much the nose really knows.
~In most situations, an open show of hostility only makes things worse.
~Barking relieves stress. Whether it be at cars, other dogs, or even birds flying overhead, it all works.
~Don't consider yourself too high a
Sometimes, it's the little things.He always told me I was deep.Sometimes, it's the little things.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
An unfiltered distillation of a humanitarian ocean.
He accepted me, gills and all -
He knew that I needed my eccentricities to breathe
under the seascrapers of pollution
that hung over my head.
Or he said he did.
At the end of it all,
he tugged the gills open to expose me;
my innards trailed across the coral reef
as I swam trustingly forward, hoping for the best.
I tried to believe.
I believed him, gills and all -
But eventually, he left me, with holes in my sides
Where he had spooned out my intestines
To tether them to a boulder.
I tried to breathe.
He always told me I was deep.
It must have been a surprise to read:
Death by puddle.
WolvesThe Howl The NightWolves11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer
In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.
Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.
A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.
Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.
The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.
Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.
With its pointed ears every creature it does know.
The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.
He felt alone, that, no one could deny.
through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.
He looked up at the bright full moon.
He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.
Sorry I was born a PitbullDear owner please don't hurt meSorry I was born a Pitbull9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I truly didnt know
that chewing shoes and licking your face made me dangerous
I'm sorry I was born with a jaw that is so fierce
and then the BSL came and said that we are all
doomed, for something SOME pitbulls might do.
And some things I NEVER did.
I'm sorry my mom was a pitbull, and I'm sorry dad was too.
but if you ban my breed now, who will be there to protect you?
There won't be any rotties, or bulls of any kind
regular dogs not brave the dogs who cry and whine
Please help fight the BSL for they're blaming my whole breed
as well as other bulls and rotties who have even helped people.
animals that were strong and were bred for loyalty
now at the vet in the euthanasia line.
Its not fair that they condemn me for things I never did
but we're capable of doing such things, is what the government says
they don't care if we're loved
they rip us away from our last hugs.
With the owners that loved us dearly
It's not right that they have to suff
Ib's Lullaby [Draft]Ib's Lullaby [Draft]3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
[In the early afternoon, under a gray sky, Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery.
"Did you remember everything, Ib?
Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one you got for your birthday?
Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!]
Come, let us play a game
No adults will ever know
That you disappeared
To our little show
Come into the portal
Many friends are waiting
For you to arrive
To a world of paintings
Just take a step
Into the deep Abyss
You'll be fine, just trust me
We promise that you won't be missed
Keep your rose close to you
5 petals, see?
Each one that's pulled off
Represents an injury
Don't get too close to the walls
Don't break the mannequins
Each holds many consequences
Make sure you don't lose your senses
Come, let us play a game
A game which will risk your life
Three you will hold
Don't fill them with strife
Such a colorful world
For you all to explore
Don't get lost in it
Just keep walking forward
Find the key and
Quickly head for home
DEATH NOTE GUINESS RECORDSGUINESS WORLD RECORDS PROUDLY PRESENTS:DEATH NOTE GUINESS RECORDS5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DEATH NOTE AWARDS !!!!!
People from Death Note are very special and they all have great talents, so we decided to gave them deserved awards!
The performance starts now:
1. For LIGHT YAGAMI For world's stupidest evil laugh ever seen.
Public: *fangirlish shouting*
Light: -.- For what?! My evil laugh is perfect and EVIL. You damn award givers don't know how good is it! I'm a God? Hello?
Award giver: No. You're just gay. Now shut up and take the award. We don't have much time left.
2. For MISA AMANE For wearing world's shortest gothic skirt AND for being the stupidest person, like, ever.
Misa: 8D Yeeey! Misa Misa won an award! Misa Misa is awesome AND pretty! Wow!
Award giver: *silence* Oh my God .
Misa Misa: MY god!!!!!!!!
Award giver: What ever. Could we just go on?
3. For L For eating just sugar and sleeping absolutely never. The wonder is- he's still alive.
Public: Yaaay! *-, *
L: Aww, thank
ApplejackApplejack2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A pony most dependable
Honest to the end
Her work ethic, commendable
The loyalist of friends
She loves her family dearly
The whole, both near and far
And all can see quite clearly
She loves to raise this barn
Prioritizes loved ones first
Preempting her own needs
How can any call her worst
When she is best pony
How to Own Your WolfabooThere is nothing wrong with wanting to protect an animal, namely one that you love, but please do not spread lies about it.How to Own Your Wolfaboo5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Statement #1: Wolves have never attacked people before.
Truth: Has teeth, will bite! You cannot exclude captive wolves from this sort of statement. Any predatory animal can and will bite under the circumstances. There is plenty of documentation that shows wolves have indeed been known to attack humans, including the natives. This is, of course, taking into account rabid, healthy, provoked and unprovoked wolves. But the main focal point being that wolves HAVE attacked people before. One of the most famous pieces of literature documenting wolf attacks is Wolves in Russia by Will N. Graves and Valerius Geist.
Statement #2: Ok, but there has never been a documented case of a healthy wolf killing a human in North America.
Truth: There are in fact two that recently happened over the past 6 years, Candice Berner and Kenton Carn
The Scout and the Crab chp.7Chapter 7 - Broken Spirits.The Scout and the Crab chp.75 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was very early in the morning when the Spy awoke to a sudden jerk from the aquarium. He woke to find he was being moved out of the medical bay, he looked at the person doing it, it was the Scout.
"Where are you taking me?" He demanded.
"Outside," Scout answered. " You can be someone else's headache. Maybe to yer BLU buddies."
"Again?!" The Spycrab groaned. "You would leave me out there to fend for myself when I can't even walk straight?"
" You walked from 'da BLU base to RED pretty easily." point out Scout.
" It took me three days!"
" 'least you got yer exercise, you look like you could loose some weight."
"You broke my heart, Scout, you honestly have."
Nothing else was said till Scout reached the 2Fort battle field. Scout looked around enviously at the empty field, knowing he was still on suspension for attacking Sniper and making those around him believe he was crazy. The sky was a very pale blue and the sun was just past the horizo
i write bad poetry.You are made of bone, sinew, gristle, synapse, skin, keratini write bad poetry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not inkwells and Hemingway, galaxy-cuttings and star-trimmings
or dream, Edgar Allen Poe, absinthe, reflections and sin.
You know a hundred words to describe every pockmark that dots
your face and the way your pens fit into arrow-quivers by that
ricketty old desk of yours but
Words will not
from your mother-of-pearl lips
Apply cleverly-done descending letters here
and sprinkle one jaunty hyphen across the page
because after all, punctuation is a hitchhiker
and you're speeding down the word count like a cargo truck
till you crash into an abrupt ending or more likely
a lack of poetic inspiration.
Today and yesterday and seven days before, you might have
prostituted your muses, a penny for your thoughts, looked with
cross-eyes at your empty lined pad of paper and then
wrote seven pages about a cloud you saw that eventually scattered
into dreamy folds and smoke.
The sky is blue.
The sky is big.
Apply 'the sky is
No EscapeNo Escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tried pressing escape
Still Sitting here...
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
Lionheart (with an indigo tongue)'You need to stop swearing', I think, every time I remember what words you'd useLionheart (with an indigo tongue)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to colour the air in your choice shades of blue mist. I think of what I'd say to
you if you used any of those words about me, but I recall that I am the size and
embodiment of a mouse: small, shy, timid, and definitely not able to stand up for
myself in the face of someone so brusque and indigo-tongued.
I could have the heart of a lion for all you know, though, if you'd bothered to listen to it.
The sort that beats forty times per minute, rather than my pace of ninety.
The sort that will not hesitate to roar in your face in a flurry of mane and cat's claws, the sort that will recline
in the savannah and not rely on human voices and petty remarks to confirm its power.
I'm not a lion. I am a haphazrd chemistry experiment, lithium and a red flame.
I'm a mockery of a mockingbird and a plagiarism of a peacock. I'm what happens
when someone pours an ounce of poetry into a tin of glitter, mixed well with
Collab: holding starsDid I tell you about that girl?Collab: holding stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should have done, always talking of her
Always on my mind
Jumping on my mind
I have no ways to explain how she makes me feel...
What words in the world could we use to describe
What words could you use to describe how much
you really love somebody?
Maybe a thousand astral cords tied to the tip of
your tongue, and maybe just one spiral galaxy
wrapped around your ankles.
But what is as perfect as a hundred leagues
under the sea, that first gasp of ocean and rock
salt, with years of rainwater rushing through
the gaps between your ribs and the walls of your
Our love growing like the universe, by particle, by stars, by worlds, getting ever wider to line up our perfect future, our world together, her love is my star, the warmth of the sun by her touch, the smile as wonderful as the eclipse but never as rare but still as perfect.
The shooting I saw on its path,
WolfI saw my soul that dayWolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw it in a pair of amber eyes
Full of sorrow and understanding
I saw the true me that day
In the swiftness of running
On four feet instead of two
Claws and teeth ferocious
As well as kind
I found my true name
In the warm grey fur
Hard and stiff like rocks
Yet soft like velvet
I saw how wonderous the wild is
In song, and soft moss bedding
To work as a team, and to love
I found myself that day
I was lost and blind before
I found myself in the eyes
The eyes of a wolf
He showed me the path
That was hidden
The magic of living again
Not dying, if not for him
I would be dead
I shall never forget that wolf
Who saved my life
Who showed me my true self
My true name
And who to trust it with
On PigsOn Pigs3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Let's make it clear: I have nothing against carnivory. I myself try to consume as many animals as possible.
It's just that I hate hypocrisy. Dogs and cats are exempt from being feasted up, because they somehow are intelligent, while a pig is worthy of eating.
Yet pigs are more intelligent than dogs and cats combined. Studies show that they are as smart as children. They most certainly are as smart as the average toothed cetacean, their marine relatives.
It's telling when history recognises this. Who is the symbol of mankind's dark intelligence, as seen in ambition and greed? The pig. Who has eyes that reminds us of black holes, concentrating the molecules to explode in primordial radiance? The pig. Who is the symbol of the Sun, of fertility, virility, Spring and fiery wrath? The boar. The wolf and the dog were always either cancer or servants. The dog is filthy, rolling in it's own shit, while the pig cleans itself. If pigs are dirty, is because they select their diet as to make their