Our Story

When I was a child my mother used to take me to the greenhouse with her every Spring. It was my favorite time of the year. I would prance around collecting all of the flowers that had fallen off the plants, safely tucking them away in tiny little jars and forgotten books. This became my weird little hobby and as I got older I began extending my collection to all sorts of curiosities; lady bugs , cicadas, butterflies,animal bones and spiders.

When I would find curiosities in nature I just adored witnessing the process of decay and regrowth; the verdant bits of moss slowly inching up the weathered bones and all of the tiny little insects taking shelter in their dark crevices. The earth slowly swallowing the same animal that once depended on it for its very existence. I enjoyed watching a coyote skull decompose into dust feeding the tiny little plants that surrounded it. The same for a beaver, or a rat, or a bird. Although they all walked very different paths in their waking lives. It made me think about our connection to the earth and also … our dependence on it.

Through my living Terroriums I strive to capture this process by planting living plants directly in the crevices of found animal bones. And the most magical part is that you get to become an active role in it with every water, every positive intention and every time you fertilize your living worlds strong roots.

The Terrorium Shop became a business in 2017 due to my lovely partner. After gifting him his own "Terrorium" he encouraged me to share my odd little hobby with all of you. That's when the real magic began. What started as macabre terrariums blossomed into something so much more. It became a marriage of ideas and an extension of two hearts.

But the real creators of The Terrorium Shop is all of you. We would not be able to do any of this without your support. So I just wanted to take the time to say thank from the bottom of my little black 💕

Most of our products come from road kill, a small handful come from small farms, where the animals die a natural death. All of our insects come from one supplier who only forages the deceased after they lived out their full life cycle. Our containers are all hand picked from local thrift stores and estate sales keeping that vintage spirit alive.

Each little world is made with complete love and intention, a living adornment for all of Earth’s magical creatures.