my mom would be extremely disturbed by this....lol.....
when I was little, my uncle got me and my sister each our own pet geckos. My sister's died a year or two later and we buried it in the back yard (had a little funeral for it of course, haha, used an old check box for a coffin)
A couple weeks later my mom found me in the backyard digging around where we had buried it. She was like wtf are you doing? I told her....digging up Cheetah so I can see his bones.
She got completely hysterical (leo), sent me to my room, and called my grandmother. She thought that was some kind of sign I was demented or something...like a serial killer..... lmao.
*shrugs* I wanted to be an archaeologist. I was fascinated by that shit.
Pretty cool actually, regardless how kind of sick it seems