Introduce your daughter to the glowing pride you get from being generous. Call your local homeless shelters, food banks, children’s hospitals, play schools, and the like. I bet it won’t take two phone calls before you find some place that will be pathetically grateful for the donation of some stuffed animals (in good shape, mind you) for them to share with children in unfortunate circumstances.
If you give them to a museum, think of it in this noble fashion: you are giving them to future generations of children to ooh and ahh over. They will be cherished long after you have passed away. They will be carefully preserved, as will the memory of you, the donor. They will never be soiled, or have their ears torn off by a slobbering child.
And, most importantly, if you give them to my museum, I will be able to play with them.
I couldn’t give up any of mine - they’ve all intermarried with each other. I’d be splitting families apart!
Upon my death, they’ll be donated. Until then-HANDS OFF!
I just don’t believe having an animal stuffed is a morally acceptable practice. I’m from the country and was raised hunting and fishing. We ate what we killed and only killed what we needed. I have friends who have stuffed animals mounted for trophies. I have no stuffed animals now and never will.
“Hundreds of them, you play with them”…Are you people sick or what?
I love my stuffed animals. The ranks of flying kitties in my room number in the double digits alone. Not to mention the swarms of bunnies, bears, and birds. The only reason I didn’t bring them all to college is that I’m having enough trouble fitting them in my OWN room!
Actually, t-keela, I have three flattened-out weasels (minks?) that were originally part of one of those furry collars women used to wear. They’re pretty much intact (paws and noses and everything) and one has a hinged jaw-clasp.
My husband thinks they’re cute. He makes the hinged-jaw one (known as Fred) talk to people.
Anyone want to come over? 
When we got married in December, I slowly went through all of my 100+ stuffed animals and donated at least 60 to Goodwill. It was heartbreaking, but I knew I couldn’t take more than 30-40 with me. I explained to all of them that they were going to go and make children happy, but I still don’t feel clean.
11 of those 30 are our “practice children”. and Mr. Lissar and I have been known to become violent if anything threatens them, like for instance, a small child wanting to play with one of our babies.
They all sleep on our bed. Somehow, I’ve ended up being the one who sleeps under the pile. And under the cat, usually. Anyone want to pitch in to get us a bigger bed?
Yeah, stuffed animal overpopulation is a serious problem. When you throw one out, three more take its place. You can’t kill them since they’re not alive. The best way to deal with them is bodily dismemberment. It incapacitates the fuzzy beast and serves as a warning to the others. You know what you have to do.
The only other species that so rampantly overreproduces are ceramic coffee mugs. I live alone and have not less than thirteen coffee mugs in the cabinet.
Yet there are thousands for sale on any given day in almost every city on Earth. I’ll bet you can buy a ceramic coffee cup in Mosul this morning. Even looters look at them and say “nah, I have plenty of those at home”.