With summer heat and active insects, the dead black snake transformed rapidly. Each day we had the educational spectacle that comes with the busy doings of nature’s decomposition allies. What was for a few days disgusting, stinky, putrid and very visceral, became in less than a week, a clean shiny white pile of ribs and vertebrae. With rubber gloves I went back to the rooster-cage and scooped up the bony remains in an old decommissioned black plastic coffee cup and set it on a rooftop, pretty much forgetting about it until the cold set in. A few months later, a peroxide and borax bath left them sparkling and new. An old forgotten toothbrush (after a dalliance with some good old-fashioned bleach) served as the final polishing implement.
There’s just something about using all the parts that motivates me to do stuff like this. There’s just something about watching, observing, and getting involved with the natural world that drives some of us to go beyond taxidermy. Dare I say… honor?
That ol’ egg-stealing blacksnake is still wiggling today with the help of some sterling silver, on some ladies neck bones. It feels good and right to be able to take something that could easily be perceived as yucky and making it beautiful again.