It started about a year ago. I played this video game called "Hotline Miami" (yes, the same one I did a terrible poem of recently). In said game you are a no-name protagonist (people have taken to calling him "Jacket" in the similar vein of Edward Norton in the film "Fight Club" being referred to as 'Narrator') who dons an animal mask before going in and slaughtering anonymous Russian mobsters (the game is set in the late 70's, early 80's).
Ever since then, I've looked at animal masks with this weird sort of reverence...
I recognize that makes me sound super creepy, but I promise, there's no maliciousness or intent to **** in these words, just an odd fixation.
I think that's why I'm so excited for the film "You're Next" even though I HATE horror movies...