Mr. Dork works in the type of business where someone can call and say, "Help! I just ran over a lynx on the highway and it's wounded. Whadda I do?" Mr. Dork goes. In this case, the poor wildebeast didn't make it. The Mr. brought home the corpse to make use of the hide because he's a Grizzly Adams kind of guy. He hung it in our tree to cure. Not our back yard tree. Our front yard tree.
When I pulled up in the driveway and saw it, I lost my noodle! What the heck are the neighbours thinking?
Mr. Dork suggests I sew up some furry mittens. Um, not.
While you are eyeballing those scary skunk mittens, check out their source - craftastrophe.net. Another hilarious site poking fun at crafts that never should have been!