Bringing out my skeletons
Today I decided that it was time to get my skeletons out of the closet. To bring them out into the open, put them on display for all the world to see. I’d been carting this baggage around for years, growing weary of it. I’d tried dumping it on someone else, stuffing my skeletons into their closet. But they didn’t want them. Didn’t like them, had no sympathy for what I’d been through to collect them, couldn’t handle them. And so they came back to me.
In the end you just have to take responsibility for your own baggage, deal with your own skeletons. So I dug them out, dusted them off, took one last careful look, learnt what I could from them ...
And then took them to the museum:
The skull above that is of real interest is the one in the flash reflection, a Sharman’s Rock-wallaby. The others are a Brushtail Possum and a Rufous Bettong. I've given the Rock-wallaby skull into the keeping of Dr Mark Eldridge, a taxonomy guru whom I've known of professionally for some time. I made a sketch of my skull a few years back so I won’t forget it! You can tell it belongs to the genus Petrogale, owing to certain features, but if I went into the technicalities, you’d probably all be snoring ...
