So I was excited about that deer I bought right. It was a great price and I love deer and have been slowly collecting pelts of all types of things. I’m a Dead Animal Princess and A Bone Queen. Above all I respect the animals in my possession, be they alive or dead.
I walked into another booth to look at things and well I’m a potential customer. I turn around and the lady sitting at the booth says “I hate to see you with that” indicating my new dead friend. She then proceeded to yell at me about animal rights and animals being bludgeoned and how deer are being farmed, among other things.
Im terribly sorry lady but regulation of deer populations is in fact a thing and your “17 years of research” doesn’t prove that otherwise. Hunting and trapping is a thing that is also regulated and taking an animal out if season is a crime punishable with fines and jail time. Owning taxidermy and animals parts is not illegal depending upon species and I do my research.
As for yelling at me, a potential buyer of your wares, that is completely uncalled for. Blocking the entrance to your booth so I can’t leave and cutting me off when I try to speak my point of view is just fuckin over the top and you can go fuck your self righteous self.
You can claim to love animals all you want, so can I but I love and respect all animals and this is a fact. You can sleep fuckin easy tonight knowing this deer, who no one knows how old it is, or cause of death (you can however assume what you want) is being respected and loved and not going to waste. If I didn’t buy it someone else would and who knows what their viewpoints on animals are.
So here’s the bad but pretty cool part for me. These are family outings, both my mom and dad were there with me. Unfortunately they were in different booths at the point which I was verbally attacked. Since the booth lady wouldn’t let me speak I start shaking. I’m a very emotional person and when people don’t let me talk about my view point on something that is important to me I get very upset. Very…upset. I finally get away from her and this very nice lady tells me that that was uncalled for and she said none of it was my fault and that she has had similar things happen when she wears her fur coat. I’m trying to relate and my inner beast can’t be held much more. I’m mostly angry but I can’t help but cry and mom and this super nice stranger hug me.
Mom asks what exactly happened and I told her and what does she do, goes up to the lady of the booth and rips her a new one, and then my dad joins in. She keeps saying sorry but won’t meet any of us in the eye, least of all me.
Meanwhile I’m trying to control my inner beast because all I want to do is tear her head off. I love this deer I bought. I respect these animals deeply and she doesn’t know me or what I’m about. This is why I like animals more than people. And I start loving animals more than people more and more each day. She can go suck one.
