Dead animals and literature

I did whatever it is I do at the Wyoming Writers Conference in beautiful Thermopolis, Wyoming, last week. Mostly, I told people who live in small towns in a state with no known connections to the rest of the country how to break into the movie business. It’s been done, but winning the Food Network pie competition is more likely.
Anyway, they had me stay at the Holiday Inn in Thermopolis, home of a thousand dead animals. Hundreds anyway. Every inch of wall space and every nook of floor space is covered by something dead — hundreds of elk, deer, antelope, fish of every sort. Pythons, rattlesnakes, and vipers. Several gorillas, a rhinoserus, lions, tigers, and bears, oh my. Maybe twenty jackalopes.
Taxidermists are known for their sense of humor. Besides the jackalope, you’ve got pikealope, bassalope, fur bearing trout, and rattlesnakes with feet. My favorite is the Wyoming werewolf. You take a set of coyote teeth and jam them into asshole of a deer. The tail is the nose, and glass eyes are implanted in the butt cheeks. It works best with a white-tailed deer. Looks like a muff with rabies.
The literature on the place says the animals were “harvested” by the owner and his family. When harvested means killed, language has gone to hell. We harvest corn. Green peppers. I could even let them slide on pigs and sheep, but a wild animal? You kill a wild animal, you don’t harvest it.
The government, of course, is the best at coming up with nice ways to say kill. After extensive contact with the Forest Service, I came up with this list: crop, take, thin, harvest, suppress, put down, subdue, repress, extinguish, censor, localize, secure, bridle, limit, check, clear, pacify, reduce, cull, trim, adjust, manage, regulate, lose, and maintain population objectives. Then there’s the good old collateral damage, which means killing innocent bystanders. They use that one for people.