Earlier this week, Tom mentioned that he wanted to get a squirrel. I was surprised, but though he meant he was
going to get another wood one. No, he
meant a stuffed one. Seems that one of
his German friends had called around and found a guy in a town nearby that did
that kind of stuff.
So this morning we took a ride to the "stuffers"
place about 30 minutes away. It was
weird and a little scary to see all the stuffed animals. Tom got his squirrel and is happy, but when we get back stateside, he's going to
have to keep it in his "man cave".