In Italy, the house we stayed in was bristling with trophies. Ibex, I thought. Plus deer, goats, and other things. I remember being told antlers fall off, and horns don't. I lay in fear of antlers dropping off the wall and onto my head, but none did. They just hung there like memorials of anonymous dead animals, making terrifying shadows across the ceiling.
"I love to go to the zoo. But not on Sunday. I don't like to see the people making fun of the animals, when it should be the other way around." Ernest Hemingway