And finally, the skull itself. Picked up "somewhere in Colorado probably" by my godmother on her travels, it ended up sitting in the attic of our barn with the rest of the paintings and general clutter she left with my family after her move to Mexico. I asked for some random bits of nature from home, and got sent a truly giant box with this in it. He is battered, weathered, not completely free of (very very dry) fleshy bits, and entirely characterful. After starring in this drawing, he retired to my bathroom counter, where he placidly keeps the potted aloe company and stands guard over the kitty litter boxes, and occasionally terrifies guests.