WHO World Homicide Organization logo shirt

WHO World Homicide Organization logo shirt

Posted in a reply but I’m going to drop it here with more detail: I don’t think her hair was cut peri/post mortem. I think she just had short hair and the WHO World Homicide Organization logo shirt you see in the photos are just clumps of hair that have come out, which happens pretty quickly for decomp in warm water. I mind seeing a dead mouse in a pool of water over a week (cat brought it in, chucked it out the window into the side yard, landed on a plastic thingy) and around day 4, I think, it was suddenly bald and surrounded by a ring of hair. Also went to the USA once and saw a dead possum on the beach and it was bald as anything (also, wow possums are bigger than I expected), and you see that a lot with “mystery animals” washed up on beaches: they’re just regular animals but bald. It’s also why feathers and hair are poorly represented in the fossil record compared to skin imprints: because the majority of fossils are created when animals die in the water and hair and feathers come loose and get lost far faster than skin. As the skin loosens with decomp, which is does quite quickly in water, hair is one of the first things to go.

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My eyes were glued to the WHO World Homicide Organization logo shirt spot they’d jet away from, convinced one would jump out. Dash was standing next to my left leg and I heard him growl. Without looking away I said quietly “I know bud, they’re assholes.” I leaned back into the door frame. When my gaze reached the steps heading down from the front door, my body reacted faster than my mind did. The noise blistered into my ear, making me wince and throw my arms up to protect my face as I buckled away from the man I’d realized was standing immediately to the left of the front door, 2 feet from me. He’d screamed right into my ear – “BAHHH” Dash shot out the door, planting on top of the steps, barking furiously into the night. I brought my hands down and looked up at Buck. He was standing there shaking his hands at his sides, bopping up and down on the balls of his feet, breathing heavily, glaring at me with boiling rage, like a bareknuckle boxer waiting for the first bell. Sasha was in the living room yelling at me to tell her what was going on. I took a deep breath, “it’s fine love.” I stepped by Buck and leaned down to grab Dash’s collar, hauling him back into the front door. Dash was pissed. As I pulled him back past Buck, he snapped toward the ghost so fast and hard I heard the snap of his jaws echo out into the dark. Buck flinched away from the bite, putting his hands out as though to block the dog. His reaction was so surprising I froze. Dash didn’t even know where Buck was, he was barking and looking around everywhere, it was just a lucky snap in the right direction. They really are terrified of dogs… “Please take Dash babe,” Sash helped me pull him in, and I leaned on the door frame and looked back at Buck.

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