Oh, the Weather Outside Is Frightful...

It's getting to be that time of year: you put some logs in the fireplace, get a comfy blaze going while the wind whips the snow outside your window, you pop open a bottle of wine and pull your lover close, curling up on the animal-skin rug in the middl-wait, holy crud, that's not the kind of rug I'm talking about:


That crocodile-skin rug is part of a taxidermy auction, guaranteeing that you'll be the only person who owns one. All I want to know is, who kills a gator and thinks, "that'd feel great on the bottoms of my feet when I hop out of bed on chilly mornings". I mean, other than a Predator or whatever Lou Gossett Jr. was in Enemy Mine. From the looks of the collection, it certainly could be the estate of a Predator. Maybe the have the skull of Jesse "The Body" Ventura on the auction block, too.