Again, this guy reminds me of someone of my acquaintence from years ago - in this case the guy was a bit of a creep and weirdo who constructed a box that incorporated the bones of roadkill animals, covered in the skin of a rabbit, with a small jar sitting inside that containted the heart of some small critter like a possum or something in some preserving liquid. And it was a music box that started playing some slow tinkly tune when the lid was opened. He presented this to a female friend of mine as a token of his affections and he had been very insistent that he had found the animals who provided the materials dead "near his house".

This is what every fan of The Smiths does, every single day.

I don't clean bones everyday. Only when necessary!

Some bones are bigger than others.