He responded "Only at our house would I walk in and see a horse skull on the kitchen counter".
I had not thought about it and he made me laugh once again.
I had just finished processing the skull of a whole skeleton I'm working on and had to bring it in to scrub off the peroxide residue and simply had not gotten it back out to the shop with the rest of the pieces.
One never knows around here, a little scientist I am and will always be.
But more interesting is every skull and skeleton tells a story of a life and what it has been through physically.
Life is good!