Roo Head

My Uncle Doug told me about when he drove around Australia and he came home with a kangaroo skull. Although I never received the logistics behind the operation, I spent most of the flight speculating how one would acquire such a macabre souvenir. I told Lloyd that I wanted to leave Australia with a kangaroo skull, he retorted in standard aussie fashion: "Yeh, alright." On day three, we came across one. Unfortunatly for us, it hadn't been completely picked clean, nor had it been separated from what remained of its body. At first, Lloyd indicated half-heartedly that it was my duty to pull the skull off, but caved quickly and began chipping away delicately at it so as to maintain its integrity. We wrapped the 1/2 sun-bleached head into a bag, and it now resides strapped to the bumper, since Lloyd refuses to have it in the car with us until I get it properly cleaned and lacquered. Strange.