Wow. You just reminded me of the guy I dated in university.

His dad was a professor of biology at the university we were at and his mom was an archeologist. Her specialty was identifying the animal bones left behind by the early inhabitants of North America. She had a whole room filled with skeletons of mammals, tiny to large. One day we showed up for dinner and she was boiling up a moose in the backyard and was excited that the dad (who'd just driven us to the house) had a dog for her to 'boil up'. The professor had us all sit in the front because the dead dog was bundled up on the back seat.