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Household Object: Taxidermied Alligator Head, $20.00

Household Object: Taxidermied Alligator Head, $20.00

Carmen Maria Machado
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Features:

✯ Scientific name: Alligator mississippiensis
✯ Length: six inches
✯ Able to live up to fifty years in the wild
✯ Unable to chew

My wife, Val, with whom I share an office, is a vegetarian and a tender soul and also has a low-level, persistent revulsion to bones of all kinds. So I remain amazed that she allowed me the alligator head, which we found at an extremely on-trend vintage shop in West Philadelphia, not far from where we live.

I love animals, quite a lot, but I have always been drawn to taxidermy. It has any number of satisfying associations: hourglasses (also available for sale at the same shop), rusty skeleton keys (ditto), witches and other practitioners of magic, rearticulated animal skeletons, anatomy charts, nineteenth-century academia, troubled scientists, organs floating in jars, antique globes, a general sense of old-timey-ness and not-quite-of-this-world-ness. It’s an art in which life and death and man and animal and tradition and ambition and ignorance and knowledge crash together, with each somehow coming out on top in turn.

This alligator head is unscented; it’s fragile and surprisingly solid at the same time. Its plastic eyes are black and scratched. Many teeth are missing, though many remain. Viewed from the front, the head’s skin is so shiny it looks artificial. Turned around, the place where the head was severed from the body is dark and distinctly organic-looking. You can tell where the sinew ran; there is a dark pucker of a spine. If you turn the head over, you can see a translucent membrane at the roof of her mouth; on the underside of her jaw, a few salt crystals from the preservation process have emerged. Her mouth is fixed open; she will never close it again.

Upon seeing the alligator head, a friend told me that you can find them all over Florida; they are a commonly sold souvenir beloved by tourists. I have been to Florida a number of times in my life: once, as a teenager, to visit some terrible relatives and go with my parents to Walt Disney World; another time, years later, to visit a terrible girlfriend’s terrible relatives, and later swim in an ocean warm as bathwater. Florida, to me, was beautiful and awful and full of life that rapidly approached danger: thunder that sounded like gunfire, downpours that could wash your car from the road, roaches the size of housecats. And always the threat of alligators, which probably wouldn’t attack an adult but would grab a dog or child if given half a chance. I watched for them but never saw one, except at a restaurant on Tybee Island, in Georgia, where you could eat platters of broiled seafood1 in view of a roadside attraction where they writhed and drifted in an enclosed lagoon-style habitat.

The alligator’s head lives on my desk in my apartment, many miles north of where she was born and died,2 next to a crocheted cactus, my late grandfather’s beloved ashtray,3 a milky-white crystal quartz, a postcard of Saint Lucy holding a plate containing her own eyes,4 and a small, anatomically correct rubber heart the size of a plum that beats when you squeeze it. Sometimes when I’m writing—or, more accurately, when I am thinking in between bouts of writing—I will casually stick my finger in the alligator’s mouth, pressing down a little. Every so often, the pressure of my finger will dislodge a tooth, and rock it from the jaw. Without the rest of the mouth, the tooth is tiny, a useless fleck of bone that could hurt no one at all. But before that moment, I always admire the astonishing sharpness of her teeth; I consider the sensation of a bite that will never come.

1. In 2013, the Catholic Church clarified for devout practitioners that alligator meat qualifies as seafood, not meat, for the purposes of Lent.
2. In the late summer of 1930, a three-hundred-pound alligator from Tampa, Florida, severed the lower left arm of lifeguard and professional alligator wrestler George Rogers in a Philadelphia pool during an event described as both a circus and an exhibition. The alligator was put down, and the injured man later received workers’ compensation for the incident.
3. Dead of emphysema just before the turn of the millennium; he tapped his cigarillos into this ashtray up until the day he died.
4.  Pledged her virginity to God and had her eyes gouged out, or gouged them out herself, depending on which story you believe. Beheaded. Her eyes were discovered restored by those preparing to bury her. Patron saint of the blind, salespeople, and writers.
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