“Chris and I are both really artistic people,” Erin says of the decision to roll the dice on a venture with as little local precedence as this one. “We were just like, ‘We should do this. It’s totally crazy — and people will be so (mad) that they have to see witch butts every day.’ ”

From pulp fiction to reality

She was the self-professed weird girl who kept dead bugs and bones in her pocket.

He was the boy who dreamed of being a comic book artist one day, eventually earning a degree in animation.

Together as adults, Erin and Chris Kmit would fuse those interests into the business they now run.

“It’s just our personalities kind of, like, smoooshed together,” Erin explains.

The two met at rock club The Dive Bar close to a decade ago where Erin, a former taxidermist, used to have a table at shows where she sold homemade jewelry, bones and wet specimens.

“I was buying stuff like this from her,” remembers Chris, surveying the wares in his store, which he and his wife staff seven days a week from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m.

Jason Bracelin - Las Vegas Review Journal