My aunt makes traditional regalia.
She married a nice Mexican man named Javier.
Anyway, she told him..."if you ever see a dead porcupine on the roadside, could you bring it home for me?"
He said he would.
One day, he came home with something that she said looked awful! It was skinned. Looked almost like a cat, she said.
"What is that!!!!???"
"It's the porcupine you wanted!" he yelled at her in Spanish.
She bust out laughing.
She wanted the porcupine so that she could harvest the quills for the traditional regalia that she makes.
He found a dead porcupine, skinned it, and left the quills and all on the side of the road and brought home the carcass.