Well, after a couple of weeks under the deck covered with a bucket that was weighted down with a paving stone, the little mouse we found dead in the house has finally decomposed. I was able to get his skeleton out.
Unfortunately, it broke. As the photo shows, the top of the head, back of the head and lower jaws all broke apart. So I have four pieces. That thing is like stiff tissue paper! It’s so fragile. It’s the tiniest skull I’ve ever had.
I’m going to let it sit in the cigar box and dry out, then I’m going to try to glue it back together. I really want to expand my skull collection, but it’s easier said than done. Animals don’t exactly die around here regularly, and I don’t know any hunters. I wish I did. I’d love to have more skulls and skeletons.
As tiny and delicate as this mouse is, I may have to find some kind of container to mount it in so it doesn’t blow away or get broken. I’m actually afraid I may break it trying to glue it back together. I guess I’ll have to hold my breath and try not to shake.