pI went to the Dead Zoo in Dublin. It’s overrun with morbid children in the summer but it’s quiet in the autumn. It’s less disturbing than a real zoo, because for these creatures, the worst is over. Long over, in most cases. I find it peaceful, except for the mounted heads, which somehow seem more grotesque than full-body taxidermy, possibly because it’s less dignified. 

Also this week, something tragic and terrible happened involving a mouse, but I don’t want to talk about it. 

Photos show a skelephant.