Nicole decided her best window of opportunity was at night, after everyone had gone to bed. She set up a ladder next to a perfectly preserved, bright-eyed red-tailed deer head. Blocking out the creature, she focused on the polished plaque on which it was mounted. Six screws fastened it to the wall. She gripped her screw gun and got to work.
“Sorry,” she murmured to the head as she brushed against it. “You’re actually quite beautiful, and I hope you had a wonderful life dashing through the snow and the forests. But I’m afraid I have to put you away for a while.”
The first screw came out easily.
“I hope you’re not too heavy. How much does a deer head weigh, anyway? Maybe I should have googled it before I climbed up here.” She shifted to the other side of the head for the next screw. Best
