Of Mice, Squirrels and Barbecuing.

A few weeks ago one of my Corpse Sisters* and I found a little mouse lying in the middle of the sidewalk recently dead.  The usual procedures of one who has not remembered to bring any sensible supplies with them were carried out and the mouse was collected using an old shopping bag and finally transferred to a smaller sandwich bag I had in my car.  A couple of weeks later, I have this (not all of the bones were recovered sadly) 

The skull had come apart a bit at the coronal sutures (the pretty little swiggly lines you see on skulls) and so I had to glue them back together including a piece that had come entirely off and I was very grateful to find amongst the other bones. But that is why you can see a bit of a shine on the skull as I  felt a bit paranoid and brushed a little more glue over the top to hold it together.  I am very much still learning but it was fun all the same.

*Corpse Sister
A name given to my female friends who share my appreciation for the deceased creatures we take apart and love. 

Today I also also finally put the skull of my squirrel which has partially mummified into a jar of water to macerate as the lovely bugs just never could get some of fur, tissue and even whiskers cleaned off its one side.  While I was examining the skull, I of course could smell it.   Nearby, a neighbor had also begun to grill.  And before long, I could not tell where the scent of the rotting squirrel skull ended, and the smell of barbequing began. 

Today I also also finally put the skull of my squirrel which has partially mummified into a jar of water to macerate as the lovely bugs just never could get some of fur, tissue and even whiskers cleaned off its one side.  While I was examining the skull, I of course could smell it.   Nearby, a neighbor had also begun to grill.  And before long, I could not tell where the scent of the rotting squirrel skull ended, and the smell of barbequing began.