Wanted to stop by to share a humorous story of mine.
(Tw// obviously conversations of dead animals and bone collecting)
Found a decomposed common blackbird and being the ornithological nerd I am, I just HAD to have it's skull. I go to seperate the head from the spine when a middle aged women comes out of her house and I pause, acting as if I'm just observing, practically being a vulture waiting for them to leave.
Nope! They come to look as well!! This stranger is now standing next to me also staring at the skeleton as if it's the most interesting normal thing to strike a coversation over. Just me (barely an adult awkward trans kid), an older lady and a rotting corpse.
I'm making awkward conversation, explaining the species and trying to get them to leave when I just say 'screw it' and explain to them my intentions and hobby. I'm just staring at the ground trying to explain to the best of my abilities that "oh yeah I was standing here because I plan on ripping apart a dead animal like every normal Saturday morning, haha you know, masculine urge and all..."
"Oh my son collects bones as well!"
...APPARENTLY this IS a normal Saturday for her because I share a singular braincell with her apparent son and I'm just standing there as she chuckles. She bids me farwell, I claim my prize and walk home confused over what transpired.
Tl;dr:
Ripped the head off of a dead animal in front of a middle aged mother but they were cool with it.